POV: I Sent You 317 Reels on Instagram

by Kate Carey VOICEMAIL POEMS · "POV – I sent you 317 reels on Instagram" by Kate Carey Kate Carey (she/her) is a fat queer polyamorous slut who sometimes spends whole days in bed crying  because feelings are hard.   Through deeply personal poetry and creative nonfiction, she touches on issues relating to trauma, fat liberation,Continue reading “POV: I Sent You 317 Reels on Instagram”

Naturalization Test

by Aishvarya Arora VOICEMAIL POEMS · "Naturalization Test" by Aishvarya Arora Aishvarya Arora (b. Hanumangarh, India) is a poet and double Taurus from Queens. Their work has received support from the Fulbright Program, Tupelo Press’s Merrill Family Fellowship, and the Asian American Writers’ Workshop, where they were a Poetry Coalition Fellow. Currently, Aishvarya teaches poetryContinue reading “Naturalization Test”

Love All of God’s Creatures

by Carmen Barefield VOICEMAIL POEMS · "Love All of God's Creatures" by Carmen Barefield After all, God said “You shall love your neighbor as yourself.”But I don’t have it in me, not after the deeprotting hatred of my neighbor seepedthrough the thin wall of plaster and horse-hair.After all, everyone is to blame.Everyone except for theContinue reading “Love All of God’s Creatures”

Lorde’s Supercut is Film Theory

by Ankoor Patel VOICEMAIL POEMS · "Lorde's Supercut is Film Theory" by Ankoor Patel To hate yourself and have sexmakes you a movie directoron a street corner, seeingeverything in slow motion,scouting for bodies. When it’s too dark to seewe clock out to editmore. After work, every nightbecomes dance. Re-cutsof thighs and light shows. A supercutContinue reading “Lorde’s Supercut is Film Theory”

Bloodgood Maple

by John Muro VOICEMAIL POEMS · "Bloodgood Maple" by John Muro How their branches seemto extend without burdenin the lengthening light,their star-shaped leavesof deepest burgundy,weightless, more formthan texture, surrenderingto autumn air in such a waythat it’s difficult to discernwhere leaf-tip ends andshade begins; until, wind-jostled, they flutter likewisps of cordovan dustout into a blue expanseofContinue reading “Bloodgood Maple”