February 12, 2018
by Erica Hoffmeister
Art by Collin Beck
Love, amputated. How pins and needles feels oddly sensual, a phantom limb, if for only a moment, your body betraying your body. Limp and inescapable. Boneless.
I stopped eating animal flesh when I felt the tendons connecting tissue with my ton...
January 11, 2018
by M.Y. Perle
Art by Valerie Chamberlain
Overhead Projector Focus Adjustment
I stopped writing about myself
Because they told me I didn't exist
They said they knew/know who I am/was
So I believed them instead of myself
Because it's what I'd always done.
We're in Andover-Morris
January 2, 2018
by Agnes Marton
Shaman Girl’s Calendar
On Monday I’m an eight-armed mollusk,
symmetric, with a slooshy beak.
I alter, reinvest my shape
to squeeze through rancid routines.
My Tuesday is a cheetah romp.
I tear zig-zagging errands,
my never-retracted claws
keep traction on the grounds.
December 22, 2017
by Linda M. Crate
Art by Lily Bell
don't make me be the monster
"we want something more than anger"
but sometimes that's all i feel
rage runs deep within me just as my love does
perhaps i don't quite articulate myself
like a lady
when it comes to everything that enrages me,
and i won't apologi...
December 18, 2017
by Matthew Woodman
Art by Lily Bell
Girl with Hoop
(after Rufino Tamayo’s Niña con aro, 1932)
O sailor where the sea
feet shod leather black
I still dream of diving
of stepping through
and finding myself
a sky to wear
December 11, 2017
by Sohini Chatterjee
Tragedy of Your Dystopia
Your taste lingers ad nauseam on my tongue, my lips,
my thigh, at the back of my neck,
on the reckless lines of my palm,
and in forbidden places one-too-many;
where perfidies of Holy Scriptures cannot reach,
so you do not taste li...
November 29, 2017
by Dana Alsamsam
Your mom was the kind of person
who forgot the leftovers on the stove—
she didn’t even flinch opening the door,
my hands twist-tangled in your long, girl
hair, your striped, Target t-shirt crumpled
beside us on the floor—a small monument
to matching bodies, to hold...
by Marcella Haddad
From: the Earth
Hey, I’m starving
Would you consider
diet of dying
paper bags scattered
afterthoughts on the road
Do you want these
silver chip bags and
November 27, 2017
by Juliet Cook & j/j hastain
Saints with Issues
What is an insane asylum anyway?
Is it a brain or is it a building?
Is it someone else's interpretation
of someone else?
He said his dick was as long as
She said, "You can't throb
your way out of purgatory".
Then they started
by Kristin Garth
Begins when you are ten. Attack, surprise,
you can’t defend. A friend, they say, but do
they make you bleed and want to die? Disguise
in black your need, the stain that says you’re
a girl that’s dead enough to grieve. To wake
in sheets as red a...
by Chloe Lane
sit like a lady
have your cake and eat it too
but my red velvet
is too rich
for your cup of tea
your cup of
black widow weaving an elegant cage
like your favorite lady
that I am not
lips swollen shut
bones drawn with chalk
November 22, 2017
by Brynn Martin
Vagina Fights Back
It’s itchier than usual, so I sit cross-legged
on a crosshatched chair in a bright hallway,
waiting on the lady doctor’s nurse to collect me.
A bowl filled to over-flowing with red-wrapped condoms
beside a pamphlet about first-time motherhood.
by Sneha Subramanian Kanta
foyer to elsewhere
free yourself but do not run
ring and circle the world
of smoke wisps falls
into an encumbered
glaze but always look
back at the circle...
by Stallion Dunquis
Still from House (1977)
“An Impromptu Visit”
Menacing space witch clad in barbed leather,
Jaw clenched, with orange eyes that shimmer and stab,
Chilled veins, and hair like a bouquet of feathers—
She broods on nightmares. Her bed’s a concrete slab
Now that she fears sleepin...
November 20, 2017
by Ariel Clark-Semyck
transfiguration of the part-time girl
ah the grotesque
glamor of being a creature
spending the days alone
scuttling around the apartment
catching up on medications
subsisting on coffee & canned beans
browsing new shower curtains online
the comfort is crushing
the opposite en...