eraser: She found it in the corner. She picked it up. Brought it close. This happened at a time when her head was unusually...
Vagina and Cross-Cocks For their flag, ……….a sliced pair of white boxers, and on it, ………………………………………………………………in marmalade, the diamond shape of a vagina...
Unfledged What did I know, what did I know of love’s austere and lonely offices? — Robert Hayden Weekends too my father...
Conjure Season Last night another woman died at the hands of a lover boy friend husband ex take your pick & all the mouths...
notes toward dropping out (March 1995) This is where I ceased— Not to be too obvious, or in mutation, or distilled, transmogrification ...
By Gala Mukmolova Girl-talk * I’ve really been working on my orgasmic meditation, my ex tells me. If the instructor touches my clit in...
A Poem For The Girl Who Solicited Money To Get To the National Poetry Slam (I assume by plane) Because ”I am only 20...
from THE LANDSCAPES WERE IN MY ARMS 1 The history of industry tells me more than this archive of confession. My legs are forgotten...
I’ve been thinking a lot about representation and competition among trans folks. I’ve been testing out joy as the most vulnerable human experience. Love, I...
Operation Space Surgery “I think of my body – wires and screws in it, and marks of scalpel on my skin. My studio is a...
Today, you went to the grocery store where you inquired about a job. You’re on your last $25. Strangely, after suddenly finding yourself unemployed, you...
“I am not that kind of an Indian,” says Razia Mirza, thus uttering all that can and needs to be said. In Bushra Rehman’s new...
Fact of a Flat Tire’s rim against rubber against pavement. Car hunched over its warped wheel, and nothing to do but lift the thing...
Tresses My father rings our apple trees with his own urine, says the scent will scare off starving deer which strip his low...
In our Poem Suites, we bring together the voices of emerging and established poets exploring a common theme. In today’s Poem Suite, four poets consider...
Corona (and I’m not talking about the beer) Corona, Queens 1983 Corona, and I’m not talking about the beer. I’m talking about a little village...
The Skinning House There’s howling in the woods out back. ………………………..The creepy light at the bottom of the pool. ………………………..All my fucking...
By Michelle Auerbach (Excerpt from The Third Kind of Horse) I stared hard at Melody, at the blonde tips of her hair and I knew,...