Winona Anderson

I’ve been sitting on some news that I’m so excited to finally share – I am officially a published poet! Last month I heard back from Moss Puppy Magazine that they had accepted my piece, titled “Heaven is Made of Gold” for their upcoming edition of the magazine. The theme for the publication was Amberfields,…

Yeah, you read that right. Today, we’re going to write a poem that follows along with the ovarian cycle. But first, let’s talk a little bit about what that looks like. The ovarian cycle, or menstrual cycle as it’s better known, is split into four stages. Each phase is characterized by fluctuations in the key…

IT TOOK ME SO LONG I was ten, thinkingI knew what a crushfelt like, there he was—knew we loved the same bands. I knew what a crushled to, even then.But I was so young,I’m not worried yet. What it led to, even then—think of how I’m all wrong.I’m not worried, yetnow stung like a lie.…

I’m feeling tired but accomplished now that I’ve just sprinted through the end of the day of submissions. I look forward to taking a moment to breathe before I do it once again tomorrow – there are quite a few April 1st deadlines that I am interested in pursuing! Feels good to have made it…

My first chapbook is officially out in the world, waiting to be read by judges! Though it’ll be a while before I hear back, I can’t wait to see whether Hindsight is (2020) will resonate and find its way to a printing press. If you can’t wait until September when they announced the winners, here’s…

Pen in hand, the words begin to flow,pouring out the stories once untold,tales of women, beautiful and bold,rising up together, voices grow. They resist each obstacle, each blow,band together, warmth against the cold,they don’t bend or break, they simply foldthey are origami – all they know. Leaping now from paper, growing songs,singing both for pain and joy…

Too young to be a Martha.Too outspoken to be an Aunt.Didn’t marry rich enough to be a Wife.Can’t be a handmaiden — what with the missing ovaries. And uterus. Guess it’s off to the Colonies for me. Then again, Canada is only 300 miles away… Original Poem by Winona Anderson

We’ve hit our first benchmark along the way to 100 NOs – this afternoon I submitted to my 10th and 11th publications for review! As I start to get the hang of the submissions process, there are two big things that I’ve noticed: I spent a whole afternoon yesterday putting upcoming deadlines (and opening dates)…