By Julia Fiedorczuk
From within my bodily singularityI play at sending out gentle sunbeams.I don't believe in myself, but...
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- By Sylvia ChanI want to begin this poem with two stories:1. In 1984, my mother was pulled over for speeding in a rural...
- By Felicia ZamoraWhere wor{l}d & the tangible object of that wor{l}d collide. My brain thinks traces & again, Singh’s words at ...
- By Rickey LaurentiisWhy doubt I’d grow breasts a ‘Natural’ way? Am I not ‘Real’ Flesh? Am I not enworthied sway of that Biology? Not...
- By Felicia ZamoraI think about division. How we splice & splice & splice, mentally & anatomically. A cell becomes cells...
- By Cheryl ClarkeA Mass is something you say on Good Friday, after we walk the Stations for the last time. The radiologist will tell me the...
- By CAConrad“I’m here for the show” the man said looking under Frank's shirt for the door “I’m no theater” Frank...
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the sign read
HARMACY after
Frank shot
the P out - By CAConradFrank’s sister grew long blue feathers she said it was worse than cutting teeth she spent a month screaming...
- By Liz HarmsBeneath me, a bright pool of blood like the puddle of hardened sugar around a candied apple. The color...
- By Karyna McGlynn& watch Kevin Bacon conjure fake tears in a Real Hallway & I am Real Tears in a fake hallway & “Procreation...
- By Paisley RekdalHow horrible it is, how horrible that Cronenberg film where Goldblum’s trapped with a fly inside his...
- By Carlina Duanin the waiting room, I watched women snaprubber bands around their wrists, runningtheir hands through...
- By Cyrus CassellsMy friend is by no means Dracula or a werewolf, but the full moon’s mostly lawless beauty has never ...
- By Melvin DixonWork out. Ten laps. Chin ups. Look good. Steam room. Dress warm. Call home. Fresh air. Eat right. Rest...
- By Toi DerricotteTo be born woman is to know— Although they do not speak of it at school- Women must labor to be beautiful. -...
- By Stephen Ratcliffegrey whiteness of fog against invisible ridge, bird slanting toward pine branch in foreground, sound...
- By Georg TraklAt evening they bore the stranger into the death parlor; a scent of tar; the faint rustling of red sycamores...
- By Walela NehandaCrip (noun): slang for a disabled person/the whole of the disabled community/ a school of thought Example...
- By Kush Thompsonmy doctor named this weeping. a month of quartered lemon slices sucked from skin. a month of ibuprofen in a deathless...