So this took a bit longer than expected (because JEE-ZUS you all are great writers), but here are our 2017 BEST OF THE NET Sundress Publications nominations! Congratulations & endless thanks to these writers who exemplify the energy & passion we so adore at Rag Queen <...

Birds chirped inside of my brain.

Spring was rapidly approaching,

But the incessant noise was slowly driving me into madness.

My decent into hysteria was ushered by the thought

Of these winged creatures pecking away at my memories,

Until I was left only with a stranger’s re...

March 24, 2017

I was six-years-old when I sat in that overwhelming cathedral.

It felt as though I was pinned against the gold-encrusted ceiling,

Staring down upon myself.

A horrifying image of bloody, impaled palms and feet

Made me tremble in fear.

Kaleidoscopic saints, whose faces grew b...

December 18, 2016


The clanking that vanishes once my ca...

August 12, 2016

He reached for my mother’s hand -

His pulse slow as molasses,

His skin pale as bed sheets.

He was my mother

When my uterus peeled away

Like layers of a crimson onion.

Mother floated on bitter breezes,

Dressed in ash

When I became a woman.

His eyes clouded by age

Saw her in the d...

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