Fiction: Making Gulab Jamun and Kachori

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 favorite and fairest in school. You fill...

A Poem by Jenny Rossi

My face a Band-Aid, ode to insecurity I think the new...

Photographs from The Aftermath by Paige Megan Hawley

My project, The Aftermath, was my way of coping with...

On Beauty Under Bathroom Lights

On Beauty Under Bathroom Lights by Kimberly Keplar Cross legged on the...

2 poems by Lisa Dordal

Transaction After the prayers were spoken, the hymns sung and your casket...

Four Poems from the Brothers Grimm by Sarah Kortemeier
By Guest Contributor on May 23, 2017
Beginnings In older times, when wishes still helped, youth was the witch. A small man lived like a king and also...
Date Grape by Freesia McKee
By Guest Contributor on May 20, 2017
Date Grape “Brewer responds to protests about offensive beer name” Milwaukee Journal Sentinel, December 7th, 2016 What if I took the worst thing...
Poetry by Andrea Rexilius
By Guest Contributor on April 5, 2017
Poem for Jack Kerouac I am the first enemy of Jack Kerouac. He is mentioned again at a reading and I think to...
Poetry by Irene Cooper
By Guest Contributor on March 1, 2017
Narcissus Leeched of grace I rise with ashes in my mouth from yes pretty thing sweet fresh out of sight put out...
Poetry by Ansley Clark
By Guest Contributor on February 22, 2017
Signs How to arrange myself in a pleasing yet adequately compelling way how does interiority fare when I walk through the world ...
Poems by A.D.
By Guest Contributor on February 15, 2017
Selections from BITCH/BITCH 7 Cutting / the rot The sweet red / hole Gelatinous / flesh holy / of holies My...
Poem by Greta Moran
By Guest Contributor on February 8, 2017
Definitive List of Things That Are and Are Not Feminist Clouds: yeah, extremely feminist. I feel liberated just thinking about them. Tea kettles:...
Three poems by Rosamond S. King
By Guest Contributor on February 1, 2017
Buoyancy* for Simone Manuel your sport is wetness dripping, near-naked muscle glides through liquid, barely making a splash the buoyancy discussed was always...
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Poem by Adira Bennett
By Guest Contributor on January 25, 2017
Dear Girl-child (inspired by Tupelo Hassman) Girl-child, you are not fruit. You are not cherry or peach or apple of Eden, apple of eye....
Poetry by Kira-Lynae
By Guest Contributor on January 18, 2017
Untitled . when i catch myself slumping i remember all the Black womyn who slaved their bent backs for me and i have no choice...
Poetry by Kenji C. Liu
By Guest Contributor on January 11, 2017
Dear 易経 (I Ching), What is the best way to destroy patriarchy? ~ In our time, people are simply benchmarks. Out here, due process is a bullet. ....
Allegorical fiction by Elizabeth Frankie Rollins
By Guest Contributor on January 4, 2017
Antwerp, Alone The day that Louise died, Antwerp felt he was going blind. He was weeping and could not stop his weeping. He’d been...
“Imperatives for Carrying on in the Aftermath ” by Natasha Trethewey
By Guest Contributor on November 30, 2016
Imperatives for Carrying on in the Aftermath by Natasha Trethewey Do not hang your head or clench your fists when even your friend, after hearing...