Debut Novel from Naomi Jackson

Naomi Jackson studied fiction at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. Jackson traveled to South Africa on a Fulbright scholarship, where she received an M.A. in Creative Writing from the University of Cape Town. A graduate of Williams College, her work has appeared in literary journals and magazines in the United States and abroad. She is the […]

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June, 7 Years Ago

The weather was a lot different and Hawthorne Boulevard was a lot different. 6/29/08 I’ve finally indulged in a Moleskine in hopes that having a fancy notebook will actually get me writing again. This particular one is the perfect size for the purse I bought at Last Thursday. Today there was an unusual thing in […]

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June, 4 Years Ago

I was looking at an old Moleskine and came across a “2 Line Journal” project I had done for June 2011. It looks like I wrote two sentences each day starting on the 5th, or that was the goal. I was in Maryland helping my family because my father had contracted life-threatening MRSA and was […]

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Crossroads

“If I could stir I could break a tree— I could break you.” —H.D.’s “Garden” Once I thought there were two kinds of Southern women the ones who stay and the ones who leave I thought it was a choice and an easy one that any body could plough through the humidity could scrape a […]

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Open Source Bridge 2015

Last year, I spoke at my first tech conference, Open Source Bridge, mostly thanks to encouragement from my partner and some of his rad tech lady friends. I’m not a coder. I know some html and have an extremely basic understanding of CSS, but I haven’t had confidence in my web development skills since Geocities. […]

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To Eat My Ovaries

J.M. Yales is a queer identifying female writer currently living in Utah, but originally from Milwaukee, WI. Her start in feminist commentary came from personal blogging, but was expanded by FemPop Magazine between 2012 and 2014. Her writing and research interests include the representation of minority populations in Science Fiction genres and the Arts. J.M. says that […]

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Beware the Blondes

Gentlemen may prefer blondes, but at what cost to the rest of the world? As soon as I heard about the premise of Emily Schultz’s novel, The Blondes (April 2015, St. Martin’s Press), I knew I had to read it. In this speculative fiction, a pandemic that turns blonde women into murderous fiends has crippled […]

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My Wife

On Sunday, I caught snippets of my husband Matt’s Mother’s Day phone call with his mom. I was trying not to eavesdrop in between running out to water the new plant starters and sautéeing onions for dinner because frankly that’s a dick move. But I couldn’t help overhearing him describe his recent bout of tonsillitis […]

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Starting the Garden

PLANTS. PLANTS PLANTS PLANTS PLANTS. Eric is probably getting sick of plants. I took over our kitchen table and a red Ikea shelf next to it with starts. This is the first year I’ve invested in seeds, and proper seed-starting soil, and trays. I have my own yard that gets sun. I began with a […]

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Whip-smart Melissa Febos

Melissa Febos’s work has been widely anthologized and appears in publications including Glamour, Salon, Dissent, New York Times, Kenyon Review, Post Road, Bitch Magazine, The Rumpus, Hunger Mountain, The Portland Review, The Brooklyn Rail, and The Chronicle of Higher Education Review, and she has been featured, among other places, on NPR’s Fresh Air, CNN, and Anderson Cooper Live. […]

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STATUS UPDATE

After Rebecca Lindenberg Hannah Baggott is remembering when Facebook was all state of being and where you are. Hannah Baggott is making lamb stew, but will never ask you to dinner. Is out to coffee, but isn’t telling you where. Hannah Baggott I remember when is disappeared. Hannah Baggott My name is becoming a curse. […]

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Burn Morels

I have been trying to find morels for a long time. For years. Last year, I found my first morel on Sauvie Island, but it was my only one. Just one modest mushroom. While I was in North Wales at the cusp of March and April, I kept in touch a forager from South Wales. […]

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The Haze

This guest contribution comes from Melissa Parietti. Melissa is a writer and finance professional from Long Island. Her contribution to PDXX Collective is her first work published online by an independent journal, with more to come! When she’s not educating herself about investments, she enjoys learning about economics, and everything else too.   Gold melts in […]

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Giving Up Sugar for Lent

I gave up refined sugar for Lent. Fat Tuesday was coincidentally a particularly indulgent day; I had large fry bread as part of my lunch and an ice cream cone as a snack. Guilty and concerned, I gave up refined sugar, not for religious reasons—I’m an atheist—but because I was curious to see how abstinence […]

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To My Poetry Students

Hugo and I will say we’re teaching you to write like us: he’ll tell you to lock up your chorus girls in a silo. He’ll say don’t listen if you don’t want to. I’ll tell you this: Maybe hell isn’t so hot. Maybe Sappho meant for us to find her fragments—all that desire too much […]

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Every City with a Side

Would you be happier paying $1,500 for a closet and eating dried beans in a stranger’s city? This is what I’m asking these days. Why are all these graphic designers moving to 35th Street, 32nd Street, 30th Street in my city? The last bartender I met said my neighborhood of origin is a bad one. […]

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Maximum Capacity for the Writer

As I prepare to teach my first, full-length college-level fiction writing class, I think back on the writing advice that resonated with me over the years. I remember Mary Oliver’s advice: “Writing is like a date. Nothing happens if you don’t show up.” I remember the Willamette Writers Conference session where I grasped the subtleties […]

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BAKU BABY

My uncles Yasha and Chanukah are sitting around the apartment in their white briefs as usual. Uncle Yasha waits until one of the two balconies gained some shade and takes his smokes and his newspaper out there to catch a breeze. Uncle Chanukah goes to his little eight-by-ten room to watch a small black and […]

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Goodbye Fashion Police

I’ll admit it: Fashion Police is part of my bad feminist DNA. I can’t remember when I first started watching the show on E! Network; probably around the time that I graduated to expanded basic cable in my first apartment. I wasn’t much of a Joan Rivers fan, but I did like Kelly Osbourne, my […]

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Leaving Paris

When I told my mom I’d decided to leave Paris and by extension the Louvre, the Canal St. Martin, the Marais, the amazing Chinese place with one-euro appetizers (carmelized lotus root! spicy green beans!) and move back to damp Normandy, she was not convinced. “Why would you want to leave Paris?” she asked, as though […]

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Russian Witch Baba Yaga’s Guide To Feminism

This guest contribution comes from Anne Thériault,  a Toronto-based writer and cat enthusiast who blogs about feminism, mental health, and parenting. You can follow her on twitter at @anne_theriault or her blog at The Belle Jar. This article originally appeared on Ravishly. Today we asked Baba Yaga—celebrated and infamous Russian witch—to share some of her wisdom and enduring tips […]

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pale risks

if it wasn’t so easy to be an activist through twitter if the protest didn’t happen during the football game let me explain if i had skin in the game more time if it was like Selma if my daughter’s life was or my son i’m about to leave this city for good but right […]

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#100DaysofDepression Are Over

Day 88. Almost like spring. #100daysofdepression A photo posted by Lauren Hudgins (@laurenhudgins) on Feb 13, 2015 at 2:22pm PST Spring has come early to Portland. My garden is full of daffodils and crocuses. The magenta magnolia in front of the house is blooming its deep purple cup flowers. I have planted snap peas outside […]

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Aliens, Tentacle Sex, And Racism: Surprising Lessons From Sci-Fi

This guest contribution comes from Noah Berlatsky, a contributing writer for The Atlantic and Ravishly.com, a feminist news+culture website and cross-posting collaborative partner of PDXX Collective. He’s written for Slate, Wired, the Chicago Reader, and Comics Journal. He edits the online comics-and-culture website The Hooded Utilitarian and is the author of the book Wonder Woman: Bondage and Feminism in the […]

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How to Fall in Love in Six Songs

You begin with something innocuous.  Any boy band will do. The message is simple: you are pretty, and I love you. These songs draw the ire of my father, a physicist and classical musician. “Baby, baby, do ya wanna wanna,” he mimics in a nasal twang. “Is that all they’re saying?” “Yes, Dad.” I sigh. […]

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Shit My (Non-Biological) Kids Say About Race And Gender

This guest contribution comes from Sarah Gladstone, a California native living in the San Francisco Bay Area, and regular contributor to Huffington Post and Ravishly.com, a feminist news+culture website and cross-posting collaborative partner of PDXX Collective. She is a writer, a woman, a daughter and a friend, in that order. Sarah is a lover of language, laughs, libraries, […]

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THE END OF WINTER

Dear Bernadette, When I imagine something’s wrong with me I immediately attribute this weakness to you and in this way I make you stand in for my father As I’m sure most people who live together secretly do I do apologize, I know you are completely another Small babies or infants are supposed in the […]

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Poem with Lions

I dream that Chris Lollie and I sit in a lion’s den. It starts to rain. Chris Lollie and I don’t live too far away from one another, but we’ve never met. At some point in the video, the phone’s camera goes black and you hear Chris yelling for help in a hallway. I watch […]

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Homeowner

A few months ago I decided to move in with Eric. I started looking for a new place for us to share and discovered that the rent is too damn high in Portland. So I stopped renting. I’m privileged. My family could give me enough for a down payment. My modest but plenty-for-one-person wages and […]

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 Dispatches From A Third Culture Kid

This guest contribution comes from Nicole Froio, a freelance journalist based in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. She writes about politics, human rights, feminism, pop culture, current events and mental health. She has been published by The Independent, The Guardian, Vice UK, The Toast, The Rio Times, The Sheffield Star, The Birmingham Mail and The Miami Herald, […]

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Winter Term

Winter Term Men reach a certain age and rest: forty-five for a decade, seventy-two until death. Only in academia does this happen to women as well. Something about the books, and all that youth to push against. We reach a tousled middle-agedness early, and then grow slowly into ourselves until, at sixty, we are gorgeous, our […]

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The Public Isolation Project

This was originally published on another blog on July 25, 2011, but is no longer available online, so I’ve republished it for the PDXX Collective. For the month of November 2010, everyone walking by in Portland, Oregon got to watch Cristin Norine sleep, eat, blow her nose and read her email. The Public Isolation Project […]

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The Agitators

to work in the mornings I walk the other direction past a sign commemorating Joshua Glover a runaway slave from St. Louis maybe near where Ferguson is now The Fugitive Slave Act imprisoned Joshua here in Milwaukee but protestors broke down the jail’s door so Joshua could get to Canada on the Underground Railroad …………………….Looking […]

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