janet storms

poem by janet storms

How many months has it been? We saw each other last on New Year’s Eve. The year almost got away from us. Again. There were so many things I wanted to tell you, so many things you should know, but our time was short and... Read more

poem by janet storms

Women are dying. Truth is, women are being murdered. By the hundreds, by the thousands. Femicide. Feminicide. Hate. The killing of women simply because they are women. Because they are women. So much hate, so many murders, so m... Read more

poem by janet storms

I am tired of tearing up because I hear another statistic about a woman who has suffered violence, at the hands of a man, because she is a woman. When Ms. Steinem informed of the fact: more women, in the United States have been kil... Read more

poem by janet storms

Soft, gentle creatures, my sisters all, even when some fall. Driven to anger out of fear, my sisters all, Out of fear, they call. Busted lips, blackened eyes, run, don’t stall, Some of my sisters, not all. Creatress, go... Read more