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The Repeat Defenders have arrived!

Thank you to S/tick contributors who submitted and contributed to this defamatory, defective, defiant defaming, a definitely deft defiling of deflators, defusers, and defocussers. Join the S/tick community as we put our defenses on repeat and make defunct the deflowering deflectors!

Click the Issue 13: Repeat Defenders link now!

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Issue 3.1 Release!

S/tick is thrilled to announce the launch of Issue 3.1! For those of you who have been following the excerpts of our fabulous contributors, this is the moment you've been waiting for!

A warm thank you to all S/tick's readers and contributors for your continued interest and support. We do rely on word of mouth, so please share widely! This pdf is completely free. Feel free to send it to anyone you think might be intrigued by our community of feminist creators.

Now without further delay....Please click here to experience the fine talent of all our contributors!

Enjoy! And please visit us on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/stickjournal

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OUTreach: Call for Submissions Update

Attention all our dear readers!

Due to only minimal submissions received from our creative writing workshop, S/tick is REACHING OUT to everyone to submit their feminist creative writing and artwork for our upcoming OUTreach Issue 2.4! Queer-themed submissions and submissions from queer-identified writers and artists will be given precedence for this themed issue. Please submit your work for consideration and share widely with anyone you think might be curious!

Tentative deadline is Tuesday, March 31st, so get your submissions in soon!

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Carol Shillibeer

S/tick is very excited to present a brand new poem by Carol Shillibeer! Please be sure to check out more of Carol's work at her website!

the course of empire is tracked by the trail it leaves its valued herds gallomping the swards of eden that's what I'd like to see carved over the doors to Ivy League's dorm in which I clean or perhaps, the ideal of promise is to herd one small life, but the spoor this gathering of flocks and all its knowledge leave, no sheep shit or goat to fertilize, instead, barfed pizza in the marbled halls used condoms the backs of cushions grace & grass stains, blankets, abandoned bed sheets, silk and fine linen & at end of year, tvs, microwaves, and, oh, the odd shoes we the shepherds who follow these shedding goats in their winding ways, while herds of nations ours sleep it off mumbling gently upon the green, we shepherds who may have once just wandered, must, for purity's sake, clean this shit up Copyright Notice: All work appearing on this blog is copyrighted to its stated author and has been posted with permission. Please post a link to a post you like rather than reblogging in order to avoid copyright infringement.

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Submissions Update

Hello, all you lovely people! Please take note that Issue 2.4 will be a special issue for which S/tick is not soliciting submissions. Please continue to submit material to be considered for the blog only, and watch for submissions for Issue 3.1 to reopen in May. Issue 2.4 will represent an exciting new partnership between S/tick and the University of Alberta's queer social group, OUTreach! Managing Editor Sarah-Jean Krahn will be facilitating a creative writing workshop for OUTreach members, and the resulting creations will make up our very special Issue 2.4, to be released in April. Please watch for more announcements, as we will also be holding a poetry reading for our OUTreach contributors in early March, and we'd love for you to be there!

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Issue 2.3 Release!

S/tick is very excited to announce the launch of Volume 2, Issue 3! For those of you who have been following the excerpts of our fabulous contributors, this is the moment you've been waiting for!

A warm thank you to all S/tick's readers and contributors for your continued interest and support! We do rely on word of mouth, so please share widely! The pdf is completely free. Feel free to send it to anyone you think might be intrigued by this community of feminist creators.

Now without further delay....Please click here to experience the fine talent of all of the following!:         Poetry by Erica Law, Jan Ball, Nichole Riggs, Kika Dorsey, Rachael Z. Ikins, afrose fatima ahmed, Lauren T. Yates, Heather A Warren, and Jacqueline Markowski!; Fiction and Micro-Fiction by Elisabeth Blair, Natalia Andrievskikh, Trinette Swartz-Markey, Nichole Riggs, Carole Glasser Langille, and Colleen Donnelly!; and Artwork and Photography by Carole Bruzzano and Rachael Z. Ikins! Please enjoy, and visit us on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/stickjournal

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Jan Ball

S/tick is very pleased to present an excerpt of a poem from Jan Ball. Watch for Issue 2.3 to read the whole poem as well as more of Jan's work!

dilated (excerpt)

I’ve seen horses in movies whose eyes rolled back into their sockets as white as ping-pong balls while they whinnied, a jerky tension in the neck like mine must have been straining for cervical dilation so many years ago when the gynecologist, in a better-pressed white coat, seemed to insert his forearm up my vagina saying when he came to check many times, “Only two fingers dilation, only two fingers dilation,” until the final decision to have a caesarian section and now, too, my eyes not dilated enough

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Kat Meads

S/tick is pleased to present a brand new poem from Kat Meads! You can learn more about Kat at her website.

In the Company of Drinkers

Miss Jane told tales she would rather not have told.

For instance:            In the outdoor shitter            Age five, she felt herself grow old.            Reduced to constipated sitter            In the outdoor shitter            As ants bit her,            Pellet turds on hold.            In the outdoor shitter            Age five, she felt herself grow old.

Or:            Under her first boy bones            She saw less male            Than stars, looking up, as if alone            Under her first boy bones.            That while he mewed and moaned            Encased, she chased light trails.            Under her first boy bones            She saw less male. Or:            North, north, north, she drove            Stumped by the word: TAP-en-zee.            Ta-PAN-zee, was it? As if upon a stove?            North, north, north, she drove            Over bridges, into coves            Amusing toll-ers who waived her fee.            North, north, north she drove            Stumped by the word: TAP-en-zee. But always:            Her match to his night house            Was meant to burn it brighter.            An attempt to de-louse            Her match to his night house.            Done with playing spouse,            Obliging a blighter.            Her match to his night house            Was meant to burn it brighter. In the company of drinkers Miss Jane told tales.

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