By Maureen Cox Everyday I sit on a porcelain throne dropping shit into it no one draws near for fear of the smell it can be hell so where’s the match?? This piece is from The Feminist Toilet #1. To go back and read more, click here.

By Maureen Cox Sometimes I think my shit don’t stink no animals harmed here just bits & pieces of plants all shades mainly browns and greens like in nature only sometimes those beets slip in appearing a bloody mess looks like somethin died inside my toilet only remember no animals were harmed in the creation…