A narrative poem describing a fictitious character at the pearly gates.

How one little girl perceived a family dinner in which men feasted while the women and children had to wait.

Gala proves her grampa and her older brother wrong about girls and fishing when she catches a huge northern pike. Grampa ends up being proud of her and Gramma always knew she could do it. Posted inhonor of Women’s suffrage.

A hard-headed response to every-day sexism, as we encounter it on Saturday night, and every other day.

I am truly a wolf inside. This is my expression of that.

Brief discussion of Behn’s ideas