by Karo Ska inside me, strawberry jam thickens before leaking, dripping then gushing. an 11 day early knock at my cervix door. the moon & me unsynced. the moon: predictable, well- behaved. not me. not this month. does my flesh crave reproduction? is it angry i won’t host a family of cells? i have no […]Read more "Rumination on Menstruation"
by Yasmine Sosa I should have told you often how beautiful you are, how your idiosyncrasies though scattered came together to paint a sanctuary Did I assume incorrectly? I should not have assumed at all. Did I Not integrate empathy? Perhaps it was apathy. I realize now Sanctuary is hollowed space Rendered into solace Through […]Read more "Poem to Self/Photography"
by Keren Darancette That decade we spent trapped in a smoke cloud. We gathered beneath the black ceilings of the bar, joined hands as one mass of sadness one destruction. We became dingy birds, caged and yellow, we sat in our cages hung deep in the mine waiting to die, to absorb the poison before […]Read more "We/Canaries"
by Ellie Lopez Honey / sweet water / fingertips / more than hands could feed / sliced lemon / sting / hands washed clean / want you around / like an open wound / salt on your cuts / tender to touch / honey over flesh / suck the bittersweet / spit the seeds out […]Read more "Bittersweet"
by Maritza Ocampo She’s there the reckless spirit the one who got you through so much bullshit the one you relied on to pull you out of the hole you dug yourself into she’s there she hasn’t cracked she hasn’t left she’s transforming letting different emotions filter through and settle in challenging you she’s waiting […]Read more "Reflection"
Alexandra Martinez is a baker and poet living in the tumbleweeds of Southern California. You can find her on Instagram @alxndramartinez or twitter @mexicanpiggybnk.Read more "Photography by Alexandra Martinez"
If you asked me how it felt to be raped, I couldn’t tell you. My mind deleted that memory. I can only tell you what my mind did to cope. You become the liar. He said you always were, so any form of trauma is just a lie that you wove, to get attention. You […]Read more "Lie with Me by Mauricio Moreno"