Speaking through Red Lips

Taking a break this week from my Workshop Hell series, because one can hardly call oneself a feminist poet and then proceed to do a blog post on International Women's Day about pot poems, which I will get to next week, God willing. So, little joiner that I am, here I am with some red lips and some thoughts on—what else?—women and writing.



This year's awareness gimmick is this red lips thing. I must say I'm not entirely sure how it works. I suppose it might substitute the enthusiasm formerly...