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The Judgement | Beverly Fesharaki
Shut away from the magic of music, she can no longer hear the rising hymns she sang with Dean and a guitar, behind a pulpit of judgement....
Jan 6, 20251 min read


After A Miscarriage | Savannah O'Toole Renehan
He doesn’t rotate the produce. After hauling the crates from the loading dock, he unloads new spuds onto last week’s potatoes. Unripe...
Dec 29, 20241 min read


Lei-Making in Kansas | Amy Haddad | Poetry Contest 1st Place Winner - Fall 2024
Three generations of the women in my family sit on the spacious front porch, pouring over souvenirs...
Dec 5, 20242 min read


requiem for a gone girl | Kelsey Smoot | Poetry Contest 2nd Place Winner - Fall 2024
I’ ve kissed at least one dead girl that I know of. I look back and realize she was maybe only barely alive when we kissed. Tawny girl,...
Dec 5, 20242 min read


San Diego 2007 | Star Jalanugraha
I find us, always rolling down that grassy hill at grandma’s. Knees stained green, itchy as hell. Blotchy, burnt faces echoing hues of...
Sep 30, 20241 min read


Resilience | Lia Smith-Redmann
for my cousin Nadia. Peeled back as a baby to reveal her delicate insides – heart laid bare. Someone wished upon her like a flower and...
Sep 24, 20241 min read


The Pantheon of Dead Ex-boyfriends | Julie Benesh
South of close relatives, north of the minor arcana of pre-deceased coworkers, neighbors, et cetera, subset of the mammoth ship of...
Sep 21, 20241 min read


Supermarket Baby | Juliet Simon
The biggest betrayal I ever met I handled like an infant at the supermarket wailing down aisles, bawling tears of denial tearing down...
Sep 15, 20241 min read


child | Katie Rotella
the windows of the train are cloudy: scratches and water stains blur the surface—it’s just like watching an old television, except there...
Sep 9, 20241 min read


In Line at Eden, 1989 | Adriana Stimola | 1st Place Poetry Contest Winner
I remember buying basil with my mother. At the counter I swam in time too small for weekday nets to catch— where it’s wrists wearing...
Aug 15, 20241 min read


As If Deep Rest Were a Lottery Ticket | Ellen Skilton | 2nd Place Poetry Contest Winner
When she taught me to swim, she said, only breathe if you absolutely have to — as if oxygen was not needed to live. I often feel like a...
Aug 15, 20241 min read


My Sister’s Life Sinks on the Day of the Titanic’s Anniversary | Cynthia Pratt | 3rd Place Poetry Contest Winner
The hue of her wooden frame turned cerulean after her husband left. Blue now covers the heart’s jagged rock limbs. She becomes a skiff...
Aug 15, 20241 min read
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