Two Serious Ladies is a small online magazine to promote writing and art by women.

The magazine was created in 2012 by Lauren Spohrer, who regrets how slowly she responds to submissions.

It’s named for the 1943 short novel by Jane Bowles. The novel contains the line:

“I wanted to be a religious leader when I was young and now I just reside in my house and try not to be too unhappy.” 


Four Poems by Stephanie Anderson

Depth Hoar Nightfall hot and edgy; Emily at an angle of repose, down to damp tick, watching edging on the windows, craving wind. A triple meter plays          in the parlor; floors          screak as Catch crosses to the player's needle          set at edge again,          viola and crackling. Insisting on sinking eyes, and finally, a slab of snow where wall would be, a widening crack in the slope prior to avalanche     Any Surface on the Same PlaneYou're Catch's little girl somewhere sighs       from stoops, and keys are clacking;            trigger-sound. I lift my skirts                  to dash past no gold letters but signs instead for Poultry Exotics       and Frozen Grapes and Do Not            Drive Into Smoke. Now galloping                  past Sassafras Point, through Drilland, Helnway – paper mill in place       of tannery – 'till finally I am still            with burlap – his snoring or                  the ceiling fan? Lamp black or black ivory? Muslin and twill       underhand or denim like sailcloth?            These various affections are an alloy                  detrimental to repose – skin caught on jaggers. I wake to train, draw the red       moreen against Gownsville or empty            mills or an outline of swell and sweep –                  this the coming home in raw twilight.     Implements of Animal Husbandry Straw chopper, cinder block Not a bumpershoot but sheers The godevil next to crock Milking stool or surrey here Glad rags or water cups Crock and peeps, potato bins Some chestnuts, some beech nuts Croupers, springs, and star bits   Bark Stacks Process marks the skin. In the leach house, hemlock bark bits and steaming water churn to tannic acid – cooling tank-turned.                                     Shoveling bark pulp is better than shoveling cow shit. Less boiling, the bate house. Men on the wheels, tumbling hides with chicken manure to trace out the lime.                                           Knife quick? Sent to the beam hands, nearer the beginning, process located – coverings stacked, through wash wheels, tail and hooves cut clean, and two days sunk in the vats. Now fleshings come off,                                        slippery and scraping and stuck and stunk rotten. Finally fixed in the finishing house, feeding hides to the splitting machine or hand-stained in the coloring room,                                                             floating them on the dye. Strange continents. Former outlines. And of course, a trailing industry, bosses sealing buildings, buffalo giving out.           Hills hemlock bark-stripped. Tan packs not towering.




Stephanie Anderson is the author of four chapbooks, including In the Particular Particular (winner of the 2006 DIAGRAM/New Michigan Press Chapbook Prize) and The Nightyard (winner of the 2009 Noemi Press Chapbook Prize). A full-length book, In the Key of Those Who Can No Longer Organize Their Environments, is forthcoming in Summer 2013 with Horse Less Press. She edits Projective Industries. An excerpt from her poem "Mist Nets" was also published in Two Serious Ladies.

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