“Of the Poet’s Youth" When the man behind the counter said, “You pay by the orifice,” what could we do but purchase them all? Ah, Sandy, vou were clearly the deluxe doll, modish and pert in your plastic nurse whites,… — Erin Belieu Copy Share Image
One of the realities for women writers is that sometimes you'll start strong, but as you see people go up the ladder, working in… — Erin Belieu Copy Share Image
If you go off into general-interest magazines, often women are being shoved aside into various ghettos that perpetuate the problem. Women's interests are specialized,… — Erin Belieu Copy Share Image
“Of the Poet’s Youth" When the man behind the counter said, “You pay by the orifice,” what could we do but purchase them all?… — Erin Belieu Copy Share Image
I know there's a part of the feminist world that is like, "Hey, screw 'em, we'll do our own thing over here," and I… — Erin Belieu Copy Share Image
“I root through your remains, looking for the black box. Nothing left but glossy chunks, a pimp’s platinum tooth clanking inside the urn. I… — Erin Belieu Copy Share Image
