By Megan Bryde The future must no longer be determined by the past. I do not deny that the effects of the past are...
The River-son’s Betrayal Ganga, the river goddess, drowned her seven sons as infants. When the Vasus were still unborn she vowed...
Dowry We gave 125 pavans of gold to weigh you down—a kilo of yellow that gleamed like a tiger’s eye or like...
The Blessed Back when we belonged only to ourselves but didn’t know it, when dust coiled around our ankles with every step...
Making Love From Impersonation, Sheep Meadow Press, 2015 I reach for God and brush your breast, reach for you and brush God ...
This isn’t an open letter. It’s cautionary. Warning tape surrounds this statement. Enter at your own risk.
*** Elizabeth J. Colen’s most recent books include the long poem / lyric essay hybrid The Green Condition(Ricochet Editions, 2014)...
4th of July: San Bernardino 2015 South of the freeway fireworks spit out the whole of July. Booms blare louder than backfires, thundering...
By Lytasha Marie Blackwell The following piece was written while I was a junior in high school. This piece reflects my concerns, views, passion,...
By Chi-Chi Ayalogu This is an era in social consciousness when the knee jerk reaction to gender based violence is to attack the perpetrator,...
STRONG FEMALE CHARACTER You say strong, you mean: kick-ass leather-clad midriff bared like body amour whippet-thin manga-eyed little girl-woman seeming fragile, vulnerable, weak when...
By Pascha Bueno-Hansen On Friday, March 4, 2016, a group of survivors, advocates, and activists occupied the entrance to the Peruvian national criminal court,...
Down in the Dirt Yell through the shotgun and all that bellows the flash of life between the roots. Decomposing burrow, brows on fleek,...
Ofelia Looks for Anger at the Metropolitan Museum When she learned women can be anything, she didn’t know they just meant allegory. Evening’s...
By Mirusha Yogarajah Watching the show Master of None inscribed a sense of self-worth in me. My identity was relevant enough to be represented...
By Natasha Chanto I am nothing like the girls advertised in by the media. I am 5’1”, I weigh 125 pounds, my breasts are...
Her Landscape He undoes the snug pony tail then gathers my hair and brushes it Each gentle motion delivers a slow tug...
By Sarena Tien You slide the bracelet over your hand, expecting it to fall straight down your forearm. “Hey,” you say to your friend,...