Poetry

Poems “Fruit Fly” and “Nestling” by Carolyn Adams.

“everyone’s afraid to touch themselves” poem by samantha rose johnson.

“This Thing, Woman” poem by Rebecca Zimmerman.

Poem “Flesh World” by Juliet Cook
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They shoot multiple times without asking.

Arms tied and bent backwards.

Muñeca de Agujero is an autobiographical piece about the trauma of childhood sexual abuse and the healing found through art.

Don't Tell by Julene Tripp WeaverThe attempted kiss by my best friend’s father on a clear summer day on her wide porch steps— he kept crowding closer—trapped against the rail I politely pushed him away, feisty I grew more and more assertive, till he apologized  begged...

To Be Connected With You by Ashley PearsonTo be connected by sticking your finger into my outlet Cold, cream, plastic And waiting for the electric shock, the pleasure, to shoot through your veins To press a button on my backside and to wait for it to glow blue Bright...

Our Story by Marci SchurThe bottle of wine between us like the semicolon and we are two independent clauses that are worthy of one another but separate red wine lying supine on a fluffed white pillow like a nude model on her river-whore break shuddering, waiting to be...

Stairwells by Lina ChangShe is the guardian of the Cliffside: a mass of colors, surrounded by elaborate systems of roots that morph into trees reaching out their arms as if stretching into the rays of a dusky morning’s air. Color spark off as violets and crimson as if...

Read about past lovers, destructive passion cast shadows, churn up memory and desire in Carla Sameth’s poem Oxytocin, a stormy, sultry experimental piece.

Unruly Combinations: Two Poems by Isibeal OwensHeat ExchangeThe man I met at the party does not bother to place a pillow against the headboardーin fact, I think he enjoys the rhythm of my skull against the wood. His penis continues its fracking, its endless slamming,...

SCROTUM by Katharyn Machanpink as coral pink as uncensored lips meeting curve of skin and tissue to give deep pleasure ancient gods knew as thunder’s blessing Fox loves her mate full well and shapes a portrait of him now in prayers’ full worship knowing sex is what...

False Narrative: Hymen by Chelsea FanningContrary to popular belief, the hymen does not break during vaginal intercourse.   It stretches        to contain the pain of   every child sent to the matrimonial bed with a white sheet every teen subjected to...

My Lover's Chest by Stacey CameronI lay my head upon my lover’s chest, Musing he exists wild-eyed; He’s nothing more than a pillow of unrest.   He fancies me most undressed, Like stripped tulips of springtide, I lay my head upon my lover’s chest.   His...

Look Up by Hilary Davies

Sprawling in Spring’s Trilogyby Amy TrussellArt by Arizona Smith Stratified IslandThe blown up ship in the chest  was what I was trying to reign in, putting out the galley fire  and trying to bail out at the same time.   Rain of lit petals in lightning cracks. It was...

Two Poems by Jessica Covil: Testimoney & For My Sister, After Her Transition

Keen Cawby Jacquelyn Shah  * We made tangible feathers from intangible thoughts      stuck beaks to our mouths using ampersand glue * I work quietly, wheeling over myself      a crow over death, a crow in mourning   * . . . broken-tongued . . . now I can caw,...

Indecent by Oelania Rubino Sometimes I say things to piss people off Just to see them shuffle   Their eyelids spread   Like the diameter of space roaches inhabit when you turn on the light   They become astounded when I refuse to cry And find it easier to compare me...

Poem “Old Wives’ Tales” by Carol Casey.

Dossier: Bond Jamesby Michelle DislerMichelle Disler has been published in North Dakota Quarterly, The Massachusetts Review, Gulf Coast, Hotel Amerika, and The Laurel Review. These poems also make up a prequel for her first book of poetry on James Bond titled “Bond,...

Two poems by Shamecca Harris – “sponsored content” and “what good is singing?”

We Liked to Kiss Boys  for Cindy  1954-2018 by Martha Hayes The summer after seventh grade, we spun the bottle in our friend’s living room while her mother typed all day and her snooping little sisters  knew better than to tell.   Some boys knew how to make us as...

Like Judith by Marci G. JafferShe mulls over the blurred recollection his eyes dark and starless his hands like the cold metal of a vault caressing scars along the small of her back, raised and forgotten (never) her spirit hovers in crisis…   when           ever...

Very Young title inspired by Anne Sexton's "Young" by Marion Deutsche Cohen Foreign people were very quiet and blonde. They wore sunbonnets, fully gathered skirts, and wooden shoes. Foreign children never chanted “No more teachers’ dirty looks” nor snickered “This...

Entanglementby Lois BassenFor the first time ever, physicists have managed to take a photo of a strong form of quantum entanglement called Bell entanglement—capturing visual evidence of an elusive phenomenon which a baffled Albert Einstein once called 'spooky action...

Notes From A Seminar On Women And Science Poem by Carol Barrett Art by Arizona Smith We are redoing Genesis. Who blew the air into the jelly fish?   Jesus is a feminist. You can’t find fossil examples of coy, passive women.   Wyoming was electrified before...

Poem “Moss” by Stacey Cameron

Read the saucy experimental poem “Ode to the Young’uns whose Readings I attend” by Nandini Bhattacharya. This dope poem drips with luscious words, unfolding a life span of memories – age by age, beat by beat.

Immortal Romance by Kristina CerroneJuniper and Holly When the house turned inside-out, the window boxes and the garden hose stayed in the same place    outside the kitchen window where the juniper and holly transcribed some of our DNA    into the soil, in a...