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redrosethorns journal
Conscious raising, frequently utilised by feminists, involves individuals sharing their experiences to enhance awareness of social, personal, and political matters. This method has proven highly effective in fostering unity, building communities, and shedding light on broader issues affecting diverse demographics worldwide. It's a means of expressing our identities and experiences, ultimately empowering us.
Inspired by this approach, redrosethorns launched an online journal publication aimed at facilitating conversations about mental health, gender, sexuality, self-care, and empowerment.
ISSN: 2978-5316 (online)

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Trans Doors
Imagine
child of seven
barely pubescent eleven
still forming sixteen
standing

Ellen Riggle
Sep 261 min read


HyperVigilance
Enter a room
pretend bold
feel wary
wearing the unconcealable

Ellen Riggle
Sep 261 min read


Cognitive Fireflies
There is
art volleyball
tests
failed tests
camping passed texting
all around
through over beyond
within
her

Daril Bentley
Sep 262 min read


As Ye Deities Scream (Sometime in mid-February, Around Thanksgiving)
I remember three different mountain bikes
And submitting my poetry
That no one ever likes.

Jordan Veres
Sep 261 min read


Threnody for a Pig’s Eye (Hemlock or The Pill You Take Before Conception)
No one really cares
And nobody ever knows.
I’m afraid that’s the way
The story always goes.

Jordan Veres
Sep 261 min read


Nothing In Pérez Galdós, Bécquer, Clarín, Alarcón, Juan Valera, or Fernán Caballero About This
Well Ruth,
I can’t tell you what I’m thinking
about, what we did now,
It’s hard to see what all of this means

Guillermo Bowie
Sep 262 min read


Epistle to the Thing I Left by the Sea (Inspired by a Balloon's Landing)
Dear my heart,
How do you fare?
I left you on the bank of the sea - and didn’t look back.
I thought the turtles and crabs would covet you - for me,
They’ll bury you deep down -

Olivia Mahabir
Sep 261 min read


It's OK to Leave - It's OK
Golden hue of God’s first gift,
melting into the evening trees,
Reminding me what’s due -
Informing me of what I need to do -
Securing me of what I did -
Believing in me in what I can do -

Olivia Mahabir
Sep 261 min read


Sonnet - Lethargic Seasonal Transitions
The sounds of laughter withers,
Tis’ mind boiled and fried -
the heart that searches and slithers,
To begin again - under this new guide,
of brains unfretted - full of wonder,
melodies bleach the earth like lotuses.

Olivia Mahabir
Sep 261 min read


I’ll Host a Banquet with Only an Invitation to Me
To find myself again,
northern winds that see -
This sunshine blue sky that gleams,

Olivia Mahabir
Sep 261 min read


An Ode to Women in Art
Your truth,
Bathed in the essence - of everything not you,
To you I see in my dreams -
Of wanting to brush away tears,
Of wanting to follow your curves,
Of wanting you that’s without payment,

Olivia Mahabir
Sep 261 min read


Conquering the Grand Canyon with My Uncle in My Heart
In the Grand Canyon, the warm, multi-colored, rocky canyon walls loomed above me with a terrifying and enticing presence. I was an ant, one of over a billion tiny parts of the magnificent canyon. Really, I was a guest. I embarked on an REI Level Five (the most advanced level) all-women backpacking trip, descending and ascending the South Rim of the Grand Canyon with my guides and the other participants.

Jenna Hensel
Sep 2612 min read


Blessed
I’m sewing the letter-sounds together, letting the meanings fall
like feathers under our feet, the people floating free as seeds, as the brave gracious dead who love me, as perfect words out there somewhere,
enforced solitude a prayer unbroken

Carolyn Steinhoff
Sep 262 min read


As If I Was my Own Guru, I Tell Myself
we all make mistakes
keep going - laugh at it all
use as many tricks as possible
speed up the troubling scenario
bleach out the colour and make it small
ascribe all the rôles to different animals

Janina Aza Karpinska
Sep 261 min read


Crazy Eights
There’s nothing more magnificent
than the number eight, a sign
of infinity, of everything is nothing
but a dizzying loop, a swirling

Jenny Morelli
Sep 262 min read


Apple Juice
When I get a whiff of apple juice, I’m instantly transported back to kindergarten and Miss Kaufman and the little snack wagon I got to pull down the hallway from cafeteria to classroom.

Jenny Morelli
Sep 262 min read


Feral Female
Shut up and stay still,
you fucking tease
is the haunting taunt
I’ve lived with for years,
an unrelenting refrain
I’ve endured for decades.

Jenny Morelli
Sep 262 min read


Triumph
What powerful weapons
words can be. When used just right,
they can topple the grandest
and most ignorant leaders.
For example, the word trump
derived from triumph

Jenny Morelli
Sep 261 min read


The Ink Pen
Filling the soul, my gift is my
love
from the heart
from the tip of a pen

Danny P. Barbare
Sep 261 min read


Umberto’s Echoes
I no longer think it sinful
to indulge passionately
in recollection.
I no longer find it foolish
to indulge in passion

Lynn White
Sep 261 min read
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