By Fernanda Cunha At my parents’ new house there’s a cat who is always by the big-limbed tree in the front yard. It’s more bones...
Brided 1) I wonder where my bride is . pigeonwinging and wired to the banister a split-end....
So, of course, I was bothered by the ever-so-tired (as in played out) but still so very dangerous shaming of sex work that is motivated...
By Arya F. Jenkins Mornings, early, she rose with her dog, Moreno, who was, to put it mildly, the spitting image of her father,...
By Jamie Huff Since the recent killing of nine Black congregants at Charleston, South Carolina’s Emanuel AME church on June 17, debates about the...
By Kaitlin Harris Dear Gilbert, I wanted to say thank you. Thank you for keeping my private pictures (from two years ago, no less!)...
400 Lux Clouds forming cosmic rats—patchouli were the first and last words I wrote in my physics notebook...
By Alisha Hiebert She tells me to rock my hips. Back and forth, side to side. I rock my hips – thinking of their...
By Felicia Garcia One afternoon, I was driving to work and I had the reggae station playing on Pandora. Buju Banton’s “Boom Bye-Bye” came on....
By Zoe Handler I fall in love for the first time. My partner sighs when my kisses leave faint red lipstick marks on their...
By Anonymous Dear Picketer, Pulling into the abortion clinic you were there to greet me after my hour-and-a-half long drive across the state line....
By Anonymous This is how her story...
By Ray Fraizer ~~~ Fear Tell me what fear is when you’re going eighty on E smoking what your father smelled like when...
By Nora Kervroëdan Mama always told me I should not complain. Stop whining, she would say. Be happy with what you’ve got. I...
By Brooklyn Payton Reflecting on the plethora of suggestive social justice images in conjunction with a continual meditative praxis on desired results of...
By Shama Nathan My friend and I sat on his back porch, slithering in the Caribbean heat. We sat in quietness, mostly slapping...
By Hel Gebreamlak Masculinity was the last thing I learned how to do. I wasn’t one of those baby dykes who literally knew in utero....
By Brianna Suslovic You took me to my first protest when I was in the first grade, Mom, a peaceful affair outside the federal...