By Farrell Greenwald Brenner The ultimate connection cannot be the enemy. The ultimate connection must be the need that we find between us. It is...
By Nora Kervroëdan Mama always told me I should not complain. Stop whining, she would say. Be happy with what you’ve got. I...
The following 5 pieces were finalists for our 1st TFW Poetry Contest, judged by Evie Shockley. Please click the above link for an audio recording...
By Hannah Seelman He threw me into a chair, into despair as the blood rain warm, drip drop drip...
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 Denio Lourenco Jr. Everyone has had a time in their life when they have been rejected or turned down by someone they were interested...
on my modern maidenless voyage, i’m stitched onto the sky. the boy next to me on the plane spills his sugar all over the boy...
By ray(nise) cange Preface: I started this piece before Mike Brown. Before we were protesting for our rights. I started this one day after running...
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...
. BOTTOM FEED to demand is to be wet with so many eyes. i wanna be dickfucked in the face until my dough...
By Sarah de Schweinitz The first thing I notice in this advertisement is the model’s closed eyes. She appears to be either sleeping...
By Stephanie Carter under his control sweet lullabies, he watches you dreaming. only so he can destroy them when you hit reality, as...
By Marquis Bey A feminist friend of mine—a 4’10” queer white woman—jokingly mocks my “bro-ness,” that is to say, my proclivity to throw around weights...
By Samantha Crook Now that the “year of the side chick” has come to a close, let’s resolve to have a more “thotful” side chick...
By Ruth Corkill I Never Called You Lolita She’s a real glamour puss hmm. She doesn’t Just doodle around she actually Calls herself...
By Cinnamon Williams What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun....