Bo-Arts // Woman of the Year (Part 4)

Bo-Arts is a bi-weekly art/literature initiative. Twice a month,  Boshemia will share creative writing and visual art submissions from our readers and folks who identify as feminist 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 issue of Bo-Arts, Woman of the Year: Part 4, is the fourth installment of the poem-and-photography collaborations brought to you by a duo from Frederick, Maryland, USA.  Anna See-Jachowski is a poet and feminist thrilled to be working with Boshemia. Anna, her partner Matt, and their four cats live in Frederick. Emily Jessee is a young feminist creative who uses platforms like photography to portray the harshness and vulnerability of the world around her.

About the Series

"These poems are part of a series I plan to self-publish this year, titled Woman of the Year. Each poem represents a period in a young artist’s life in which they find love, a muse, and desperately seek the meaning of that experience. The five poems are a taste of what the series will offer, and explore the deadly combination of desperation and anger felt when a lover leaves;  the lovely vulnerability of falling asleep around people you love; the ritual of hedonism in summertime; and finally, the artist’s banishment of her muse for the sake of her own recovery from trauma." - from Anna


we are myth.

three witches

am i.

three frauen,

a single journey

that put you right


back where you started

without a dutiful




only a goddess

times three

could keep you

from a lost


that’s far from



don’t you see,

my little warrior,

you forgetful general?

that i (we) three

cannot let you go back there

in good conscience

(in good standing).


it was never written-


you were sullied,

you were kept-


you were almost convinced that

you’d made

a perfect landing.


oh admiral,

you were always a


a decimal of

eternal thirst in a

cup of salty water.






only in a dream.


tied to the earth,

knots of the dying


work their way through

your rafters.


walk outside,

hear me call,


and hereafter.

You can find more of Emily's photography here.

For more of Anna & Emily's poetry/photo collab, read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3.