Here’s just a tiny selection —
a taste — of 43+ years of writing and performing.
You can imagine how much more there is…
It is in those silent moments
that hushed and shimmering space
That we truly discover one another
— Cherie James, EROTICA
There is a ritual when I remove my clothes ... I tell the stories of my scars
— Lani Kaahumanu, BODY IMAGE
51 year old woman — looks 50
Desires to meet another neurotic
Can be any age, but must look 50
— Susan Samson Parness, AGING
My nipples have a memory of their own
And tingle remembering a hungry baby
— Corky Wick, MOTHERS AND DAUGHTERS
an ancient vessel
wood and stone
carved rough and smooth
by the cold hand of days
— Bea Lieberman, AGING
In the cluttered bedroom
Where stars leak in
I bid my heart goodbye
— Pat Coleman, EROTICA
I want to run with the wolves…
But I am just a woman who walks —
with arch supports!
— Ruth Hurvitz, FRAGMENTS
I needed someone to touch me first
I needed someone to say yes without my asking
— Gwen DeJong, LOVING WOMEN
Oh what a world when your specs are lost!
It seems a bit unkind
When the things that you need to find them with
Are the things that you need to find!
— Judith Masur, LOST AND FOUND
a daughter's tears
Crashed like splintered glass
— Barbara McCall, CANCER
I am possessed by my parents.
I am their possession.
I am not supposed to have my own thoughts
I am to do what they say
“because they say so”
I am not to disagree
“Don’t you ever dispute my word”
— Afy Downey,
QUIVERS AND SHAKES - FEAR
When was young, so very young
A girl of 17 or so
“the question” always haunted me:
Why was I here on this green earth?
What was the purpose of my life?
And so for four long tedious years
I searched the philosophic maze
this hairsplitting by famous men
and I emerged no wiser than before.
And now that I am old, no answers yet,
but somehow “whys” and “shoulds” have long been laid to rest.
I am old and now I truly understand
How sweet life is at living’s end.
— Ruth Michaels, MEMORIAL SCRIPT