Poem with Tiramisu, Sibling Past Thirty-Eight by Jon Riccio
We eat at Olive Garden after learning if our father / had stronger kidneys a portion of his intestines
Poet Trying On A Western by Leslie Grollman
Leslie’s asking the important question: why not…?
This Body by Lebo Disele
In this poem, Lebo explores the concept of occupying space.
Take It from Someone Who Knows by Hanna Thomas Uose
Hanna teaches you how to love yourself.
Lost Ones by Lebo Disele
Lebo’s poem makes us question the reasons we grieve.
Womanhood by Liz Chadwick Pywell
What does womanhood mean to you?
Onomatopoeia of Lost Words by Maryam Gowralli
Maryam draws inspiration from her diasporic Trinidadian-Indian and Indonesian tribal heritage.
Portra by the Sea by Autumn Stiles
What of the fisherman skulks / in your heart? / What husks of hull sit rusting / ironed dull by sea over / sand over sea?
Tess and Friends Try On Selves Like Swimsuits by Dia Roth
We try on bodies—like them, long / for them—then try others. Somewhere / between hunger and earnest thirst, / we shapeshift.
Haud Yer Wheesht (Hold Your Tongue) by Lindz McLeod
Love leaves me whole, / a pockmarked moon. / Pared wounds knitted together / by chewing ants, each / champing tiny jaws over my flesh.
Anorexic Erotic Dream by Becca McGilloway
In a bathtub / rimmed in lime / basil salts, I take / a spoon
Whip Stitch by Becca McGilloway
I used to sew / along the edge of my body / – to interrupt / the Mare unraveling / my stitched skin.
John the Baptist as Whale by Josie Jocelyn Deane
There are two elements: / The voice and the wilderness of / Ocean — both thoroughly defined / though one, more wholly —
the artist extols days past (with land carved onto the backs of men) by Prem Sylvester
there is a sun behind you as hollow as the sound from / within your claims to the land it sets on kranti weeps not within
Well-Tempered by Meghan Purvis
I am tremendous fun at dinner parties / I say this as a joke but it’s true, I talk / and hardly pause for breath, a ticking metronome / of story punchline setup story and only rest a moment
For the Bear by Meghan Purvis
When they decided to kill the priest it was winter / and they wanted it slow. They led him out barefoot / to a steaming pot, and had us each take turns / dipping an enormous ladle, black from other hands.
raining somewhere else by Olga Demott-Bond
i sometimes think that everything that has ever happened to me / is raining somewhere else. i sometimes think that the water has found / a path through high trees, worked its way inside another room, so the damp / next door is spreading, curving an unknown ceiling into a misshapen moon.
Shi by Zoe Konstantinou
-Savage! / You read my poems and tore the pages. / -… / Mute / Ir-rational / a Chinese poem played on the speakers. / Black dirty pots on the hob.
Did You Hear About Mom? by Demi Anter
did you hear about the time mom danced all night in prague? / she was in love with a saxophone player and, by proxy, / all saxophone players. jazz made her feel alive and warm even as / the snow fell on cobbled roads and she and paulina left faint trails
What it Can Look Like by Lucy Crispin
Going in with her, she made sure / there was a notebook and pen / in her bag, so she could write / down stuff they might forget.
Missed by Cleo Hanaway-Oakley
I thought you were something / But you are nothing. / Not nothing, but not the thing / I want you to be.