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Rest

by Laura Cronk I wish I was a priest.I wish I wore buffalo hornsand an ivory orbas a mitre on my head.High holidays and timesof despair-what to doand more importantlywhat to weardecided,unyieldingly glam,form untraceablebeneath the pooling blue.I wish I had that far off look,holding up a white flag to the crazed fertilitycoming between meand the great,Continue reading “Rest”

Bitter Offering

by Warren C. Longmire And here’s to disastrous news and the grace of each arc of decay: An ejaculate of oil burps from a crack in the earth. Some laughter pierces a distant uncle’s funeral, harsh and young. Your boyish spectrum blooms through jean skirts. My toy microscope was stacked with grass, scab and boogie slides. Later, high,Continue reading “Bitter Offering”

In Praise of Open Doors

by Chisom Okafor In memory of Akin, beaten to death on 17th of February, 2017 for being homosexual At the end of my sufferingthere was a door.─ Louise Glück. He starts with a riddle, as with all mirrors and cars:‘objects in a mirror appear closer than actually their distance. Tell me. What objects? What mirror?’I haveContinue reading “In Praise of Open Doors”

When You Bleed for One Hundred and Five Days

by Gisselle Yepes name the blood. after your ex. allow it to spill everywhere. listen to it. your instinct will write her name in red paint. read it over. do you trust it now? the miracle is not that you are alive. it is that your body knows you should not be here either. it will bring your gut toContinue reading “When You Bleed for One Hundred and Five Days”

The Year ‘Caught Out There’ Became My Theme Song

by Brittany Rogers This song is for all the women out there that been lied to by their men and I know you all been lied to over and over again. This is for y’all; yo, maybe you didn’t break the way you shoulda broke, yo but I break – Kelis Strep throat caught meContinue reading “The Year ‘Caught Out There’ Became My Theme Song”