By Jyothsnaphanija Doctor examines mother-in-law’s pulse, fills home with smell of syringes. You remember playing with syringes, when you were a five year old girl, the...
By Jacklyn Janeksela just as i swallowed a spoonful of peanut butter or right when i swallow a spoonful of peanut butter she asks me...
By Mariam Williams I tried to write this pretty, but five false starts in, I give up and state it plainly: I...
By Mary Cuffe Perez They will be the last of her things to be taken away. The toes still wear a grin of mud and...
By Angelique V. Nixon moon rituals in times of crisis rush of magic enters the body with colorful joy bursts of soothing...
By Taylor Bak I will write these poems until I prove you wrong, I will write these poems even if they’re a “waste...
Period. Stop. In England, where I paused my mother’s period for nine months, period means period. Period. And ‘full stop’ means a period. A single...
By Amy Gleeson sit and be still sit and be still and cross your legs sit and be still and cross your legs and...
Brided 1) I wonder where my bride is . pigeonwinging and wired to the banister a split-end....
Madame X— she a hustler a hussy shaking her bustled booty up and down town all smiles and wiles and...
By Jenuine Poetess I don’t want to wear special nail polish don’t want to pay for self-defense classes don’t want to maintain this...
At the Boundaries of Belief Review of All about Skin: Short Fiction by Women of Color, ed. Jina Ortiz and Rochelle Spencer Review...
By Rebecca Wanzo Like every woman I know, I’ve been in public places and experienced harassment from male strangers. I remember being in high...
Las Krudas Cubensi are Cuban Hip Hop MCs, independent musicians, poets, and theater performers representing womyn, immigrants, queer people and people of color through action as...
In our Poem Suites, we bring together the voices of emerging and established poets exploring a common theme. In today’s Poem Suite, two poets explore...
In our Poem Suites, we bring together the voices of emerging and established poets exploring a common theme. In today’s Poem Suite, two poets explore...
By Tsitsi Jaji Pause. (For All the Madibas)* There is a breath before the pendulum rends its center, A breath before what leapt...
By Lindsay Lusby Girl with no Hands Her own father mistook her for an apple tree, full-trunked and red-cheeked. . So he hacked at limbs,...