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dear spencer letters // the poetics of a love story, reimagined

A poet previously published in the Bo-Arts series, Anna Aileen See-Jachowski shares another series of poetry with Boshemia. Written in the styling of the letters from Katharine Hepburn to Spencer Tracy, Anna’s poetry is a love story reimagined in a contemporary context. These are love letters 1 & 2 of 6.   

Notes on Regaining Autonomy: Part III

Elisha (P) returns to her poetry-prose installment, Notes on Regaining Autonomy. Take a moment to reflect on where you were a year ago; how vastly different your life is now, how vastly different you are now, how immense the gulf between then and now seems. Remember how you felt as though you would surely drown…

eve at large // barcelona vignettes

V took a three day trip to Barcelona to visit a friend and see Lorde in concert. Here she divulges blinks of her trip without all the boring in-betweens. Cast of Barcelona Vignettes (in order of appearance): Millie: my close friend who I was staying with in Barcelona. The cynic: Noud, Millie’s friend from her art lessons. Myrthe: another of Millie’s friends from art college. Julia: Pastry-eating pal I met at the Lorde concert. Gloria: Millie’s elderly landlady

A Manifesto on a Woman’s Role in Modern Greece

Guest writer Margarita Chala writes her debut work for Boshemia on the role of women in modern Greece. Margarita is writer, mother, and dreamer from Andros. I look in the past, in those moments when women defiantly wrote their own chapters in history—I seek them out: I read Sappho’s poetry. I read about Aspasia’s influence on matters of politics during one of the most celebrated periods of culture, prosperity and Democracy, the Golden Age of Athens. I get lost in the splendour of Maria Callas’ voice. I read about Kallirhoe Parren, the first Greek feminist, journalist and publisher in 1888.…

Thoughts and Prayers

It’s a Sunday afternoon, and the board have called an emergency meeting. This is their seventh emergency meeting of the year. It’s February. A line of white men pour into the conference room, all visibly shaken; some of them are wearing golf clothes, Mr Evans is still in his pyjamas. His lazy Sunday had been snatched away from him. His wife was at home making brunch for him and his two children when he got the call. “Thank you all for coming at such short notice,” said Mr Johnson once the men had been seated and the hubbub had died…

Notes on Regaining Autonomy II // Loss and Loneliness

Boshemia staff Elisha writes from her very core in the second installment of “Notes on Regaining Autonomy“. ___________________________________________________________________ The passing of time is a strange and powerful entity. The proverbial saying is that time heals all wounds. But what time masterfully produces in equal part, Is the culling of experiences: A “collected works” comprised of joy, struggle, learning, love, and loss.

Beyond Words // the Language of Otherness

Guest post by Juliette Rapp. Juliette is an American post-grad gone rogue who moved to Rome last year in search of “something to write about.” She hopes to one day move to a small village in a seaside cliff, become a recluse, and write taunting letters to her student loan providers. In her free verse, she writes about navigating the lexical gap between bilingual lovers, at once made Other by their cultures and the emotional residue they bring to each other. We have just finished making love. I am lying in your bed, vaguely aware of the differences in our consciousness.…

Bo-Arts // the poetry of Jenny Moran

Bo-Arts is an ongoing arts and creative writing initiative to give a larger audience to emerging creatives. Our goal is to provide a platform for feminist artists to share and discuss their work.  This selection of poetry is brought to you by Jenny Moran. Jenny is an Irish student and writer. She co-founded Trinity College Dublin’s feminist journal “nemesis” in 2016, and has been previously published by Icarus,, and Unpredictapple. selected poetry

a letter to America, on her birthday

From guest writer Erin Ammon, musing on Independence Day about her tortured romance with the mythical dream of America the Beautiful. America, You and I have known each other for a while now. In the early days, it never ceased to amaze me how you could take any problem and solve it, bend fate to your will. You were so beautiful, the way the sun reflected off of your rolling hills, and the way the wind blew across your body with rapture and fury.

Letters to June // 05

Throughout the month of June Boshemia will be publishing letters addressed to the most romantic month of the year. This letter is from contributor Taylor Wear. ______________________________________________ My dearest June, You are the stubborn, petulant daughter of the summer months, precocious and freckle-nosed, limber arms crossed over your little chest, one dusty sneakered foot in front of the other. You flatly refuse to be tamed–insist on everything you want. You come around, June, but always in secret, and only in balmy, seductive weather. The dreary conscientiousness of wintertime just isn’t your scene. Give you barefoot nights, lightning bugs, lemonade. You appear in…