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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!

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!

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!

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!

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.

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

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.