The Journal
Poems about rage, motherhood, politics, grief, awakening and the refusal to be quiet. New work posted as it happens. Read, share, feel something.
It Was Never Just One Bad Judge
Getting rid of one judge will not fix this. It was never just one bad judge. It was a system built in a world that has never taken violence against women and girls seriously enough. One man pulled the trigger. The system loaded the gun.
They Did Everything Right
They reported it. They were believed. A jury convicted the boys who raped them ten times over. And a judge sent all three home, without a single night in prison. This was never just a verdict for two girls in Hampshire. Every woman in the country read it.
Let’s take it all back. #shadesofwomen
Smart glasses are becoming more of a thing. And it’s NOT good for women. Men are using them to secretly film us in public. One woman’s video got 23 million views before she even knew it existed. Here’s what we do about it.
I Could No Longer Stay Quiet
I started With Shaking Hands because I could no longer contain it. The rage. The grief. The watching. The knowing. The gap between the world as it is and the world as it should be, and the feeling of standing at the edge of that gap with no bridge and no ladder and no way across…