The inaugural issue of damselfly press has arrived! The editors would like to thank all of the talented writers who submitted, and the women who expressed their delight in finding a journal focusing on female writers. Reading the submissions for our first issue has been a rewarding process. We received an impressive number […]

Mango
I bought a mango
from the market
in the Strip district
where the leaves
are half on the ground
and half in the trees
and the street is potholed and almost frozen
and I cut it
like you showed me
back in our Phoenix apartment
on Camelback Avenue
not quite in half
I slipped the blade
around the tough flesh seed
then scored the halves
and turned them inside out
like […]

The Attic Closet
Stand on the rocker and pull
at the latch: inside this cedar closet,
there is another: behind black watch plaid skirts—
school uniforms you have grown out of—
there is a brass-latched door. Slide the lock.
Red-winged Blackbirds from the marsh
out to feed—the shiny, black bird,
red on his shoulders, yellow tinge,
and the female like a large, striped […]

ISO
Daniel had kept the ad with him for weeks—at first figuratively. He chanted it like a mantra on the bus as he gripped the aluminum bar, pretending not to notice the BO of the blonde who was always on the 6, and who consumed enough coffee that it leaked from her pores. ISO […]