Category: Poetry

By Jane Barnes 81, long in bed weak arm Spend the 18 hours alone Eating oatmeal cookies And eleven pills and to Pass the time I watch Love Is Blind Germany, UK, Japan, Sweden, New York. Pick the Smartest thru my wall. The Phone...

By B.P.D. She stands frozen in triumph, bathed in gold, the weight of history pressed into folds of her gown. A monument to the fight she won, laws she changed, fire she lit when the world was dark. Her name carved in stone,...

By Glenis Moore My body is nothing like a temple. Temples are places of worship, well cared for and usually beautiful, whereas no one has worshipped at my body for a very long time. Now it is full of cracks and subsidence with...

By Charlotte Bouilloux we’ll meet again in Scotland in our thirties reminisce about life pre-Covid pre- the heartbreaks and essays and hard work we’ll write together revel in the art of collaboration add autotune to it share the...

By Robin Genova At the age of 42 I am starting to understand Those crazy old women In extravagant flamboyant prints And purple hair I am desperate to claw some color out of these bones All of my bindings made of thread Holding...

By Alexandra Compton Today I learned about gravestone recipes the practice of etching our signature dish at our final resting place. The greatest gift my grandma gave me was her basic white bread recipe because every time I make...

After the song “When” by dodie By Golda Grais I wished I could be sixteen again. It was a moment of weakness in my twin-size bed, which I wouldn’t wish for my worst enemy, or my best friend. At ten, I pictured my classmates...