An Introduction to Earth's Daughters
is a feminist literary and arts periodical published in Buffalo, N.Y. We believe
. to be the oldest extant feminist arts periodical, having been published
continuously since 1971.
does publish work by men, our focus is the experience and creative
expression of women, and from all contributors we require technical skill
and artistic intensity, as evidenced in the work we have published by Denise
Levertov, Lyn Lifshin, Marge Piercy, Diane diPrima, Janine Pommy Vega, Susan
Fantl Spivack, and the list goes on. We also publish many "unknown" poets,
writers and artists, and therefore welcome submissions from new writers.
has lived long enough to have developed a mythos.
Part of that mythos is that if Earth's Daughters has a mother, that mother
is Judith Kerman. Kerman gave the magazine its name, inspired by Emma Goldman's
"Mother Earth." This is the root of E.D.
's name hence the tree logo, designed
by co-founder Judith Treible. (Among ourselves the mag is really E.D.
Dee, not Ed.) Both the name and the logo have been problematic from the
has gotten hate mail from people who thought we were pagans,
and love mail from pagans. We got reports on the status of pigs in Iowa
and a lot of bad nature poetry, bad drawings of trees and drawings of women
that looked like trees.
In the beginning there were three; these three editors changed, but stayed
three until after issue #5-6. At that point, Judy Kerman, Lillian Robinson,
and Elaine Rollwagen had each reached personal crossroads. The magazine was
in stasis; none of the three wanted E.D.
to die, but none could maintain it
alone. Judy Kerman called a meeting of the female minds: past contributors,
women involved in other publications, faculty women, women artists. She proposed
that they take over E.D.
, and run it as a collective. They did, and we have
maintained our identity as a collective ever since. Although individuals in
the collective have changed as much as the magazine's format, four of the
current editors were present at that original meeting. It's a miracle that
a collective has survived this long, and that it functions so beautifully
and audaciously. We do not allow our quality or our chutzpah to be dictated
by the collective process.
Maybe it's because we're women, but it seems to us that the writing - and
the clichés - cycle. Every few years, there's a flood of manuscripts pertaining
to some theme, regardless of the assigned topic. We were buried in thousands
of women's Houses
, most of which had dust motes dancing in the air.
Mothers and Daughters
brought hordes of "strong thighs"; for the Political
, we had lots of "viable candidates" and even more "second-rate wannabes."
Eye of the Beholder
delivered so many nature poems - and corrupt-nature
poems - that we decided to do an "Ecology" issue called Lost in the Woods
for which we received too many "my-love-is-like-a flower" poems, which was
not what we meant at all.
The wonderful thing is, we got great stuff, too. Many of E.D.
's unknowns have
become known. Many of our glorious writers have not, but deserve fame. This
collection celebrates them all, and celebrates our collective efforts to keep
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