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Sad Girls Club Lit
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A literary blog featuring poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Sad Girls Club Lit showcases work from emerging and established writers.
Sad Girls Club Lit
17h ago
Four days ago, I bought melons—one, a cantaloupe. A normal melon. Thick skin hard, dappled beige and grey. Once I spied a woman in ..read more
Sad Girls Club Lit
4d ago
A Written-In-Five-Minutes Flash Prose; A Protagonist Stuck in A Moment
I always take forever to get ready. I force the itchy fabric of tulle and cotton down my body as I slither into it, making sure my “bits fit right”.
At twelve years old, I don’t think I’d have any “bits'' to speak of, yet my mother echoing to me from downstairs, with her shapewear and diet soda, protein milkshakes and cigarettes, instills within in that even as a pre-teen, I must be small enough or else “I’d never make it.”
The mirror, standing proudly, an arching mouth laughing at me, I can’t seem to e ..read more
Sad Girls Club Lit
1w ago
into her hair
thick white library paste
smeared
into her face
daddy long-legs
shaken
into her fist
snot-coated tissues
shoved
and
her skirt
splattered with
Kool-Aid
the cherry kind
blood-colored
so hard to wash out
even after soaking
for decades
in shame
memories that
smell like garbage
uncollected
after half a century
what can this poem—
any poem—
cleanse?
Margaret D. Stetz is the Mae and Robert Carter Professor of Women's Studies at the University of Delaware, as well as a widely published poet ..read more
Sad Girls Club Lit
1w ago
The first time you almost died, you were barely two years old. I was supposed to be taking care of you, but I had crept into the kitchen to sneak some bites of ube ice cream. I was stuffing my mouth, my cheeks frozen and my lips already stained purple, when I heard a crash. There was a moment of silence your scream fractured. Something was wrong. This wasn’t an “I’m hungry,” or “Pay attention to me,” scream; this was an “I’m scared” scream.
Tatay was napping in the living room. He jolted awake and ran past me as I swallowed as fast as I could and followed him.
There was so much b ..read more
Sad Girls Club Lit
2w ago
Once my mother told me she wasn’t my mother, not really. “Oh,” she said, “I gave birth to you, but –” and here she waved her hand vaguely, the smoke from her cigarette forming a lazy s before dissolving in the air, “mothering. You know. It never really was my thing.”
She was drunk when she said this, of course. But she was right.
She’s drunk again, or still drunk – it’s getting hard to tell. She passed out on the couch tonight. One shoe hangs precariously off her foot, and her short skirt is hiked up over her thighs. Her face ..read more
Sad Girls Club Lit
3w ago
The time will pass anyways. You might as well enjoy it.
You have to keep going. This is your choice, but wake up and choose it every morning. If you can’t do it for you, do it for her—the little girl with shirley-temple curls and a squinting smile and hands full of paint and a heart full of love.
You have to let yourself be sad for the things you miss and mourn. Just don’t stay sad. Don’t let the sadness devour you whole while you sit in the bottom of its big whale belly. Lay with your grief and hold its hand. Learn to let go and get back up again.
Mother yourself: make your bed. Make some ..read more
Sad Girls Club Lit
3w ago
This is the winning selection from the 2024 Spring Fiction & Nonfiction Contest. For more information about our upcoming contests, please see the Submissions page.
Before my ex was my ex, we two sat in silence at our kitchen table in Papakōlea, the varnish oranged by a blazing, stubborn sun as it inched its way down a bruised blue sky. Through the cross-hatched window, the frail leaves of the avocado tree next door attempted to shield us, but their measly, brown edges were crisp from summer scorch, and the tree had suddenly gone barren; the fruit disappeared earlier that month. The branch ..read more
Sad Girls Club Lit
3w ago
This is the winning selection from the 2024 Spring Fiction & Nonfiction Contest. For more information about our upcoming contests, please see the Submissions page.
Before my ex was my ex, we two sat in silence at our kitchen table in Papakōlea, the varnish oranged by a blazing, stubborn sun as it inched its way down a bruised blue sky. Through the cross-hatched window, the frail leaves of the avocado tree next door attempted to shield us, but their measly, brown edges were crisp from summer scorch, and the tree had suddenly gone barren; the fruit disappeared earlier that month. The branch ..read more
Sad Girls Club Lit
3w ago
The engines. The buses. The bustle.
A December Monday with students
eager to be released. Above, snowflakes
eager to erupt. Like candy in a piñata belly.
Like bad news on the tip of a tongue.
Like the crackling of a school loudspeaker
when your principal announces
your best friend is dead.
When you are stunned. Vision blackening.
Breathing belabored. When the floor caves in
and there is nowhere but the Blackbox Theatre.
Where a choir teacher and theatre director stand,
staring at their outstretched palms. Wondering
if they shrunk or if the world grew too heavy.
Behind them, the classroo ..read more
Sad Girls Club Lit
1M ago
I take a sip of bright pink, speckled with seeds,
it’s sweet taste prickling against my tongue,
and I am reminded of our freckled noses.
How they both drip in the cold,
How they both peel in the sun.
A sticky strawberry lodges itself into the straw,
a fresh red, like the blood of your knee
the time I pushed you off the swing.
Me, insisting you shake it off
Me, pleading to not tell mom.
A splash escapes my cup and my white jeans
blush as deeply as my cheeks the time you
expelled your breakfast all over my frilly skirt
You received whispered tones of sympathy
while I had sour eyes ..read more