By Clara ElizabethIf you are going to dance in the community ballroomTo a different tune than the othersDo so with eyes wide Do not be blindedWhile you swing with your …
By Clara ElizabethIf we are here constructing narrativesI’m a much better story-teller than you are.My grandmother was a poet, taught by Langston Hughes.It was more like this:I was Little Red …
By Clara ElizabethOrpheus,Why do you move to smoke your cigarette away from me?I breathe your air regardless–Every time you touch me it hurts.The way you move death between your teeth,I, …
By Clara ElizabethMy Beloved Keeper,You work early morningsReturn late at nightYou are gone for days at a time.I have created an entire world for myself, in this empty house of …
By Clara ElizabethWe should not be told about war like we are.We should be told about war like it is the real thing.(You are in a shrouded room with loved …
How does one know when they’ve fallen in love? Is it my heart twisting when I think about you? And i’ve always said that making you laugh fucks me up …
by Cori Redford Cori Redford was born several years ago, and still has not lost her faith in humanity. She still thinks dick jokes are funny, and dresses like a …
by K. Quinn Marchman I saw the purest souls of my generationDirtied byRavenous Apathy and Rudderless Ambition.The daily minimum requirement of fucks to giveDamn proud to display the deficit. And …
By Eric Raanan Fischman Amanda is excited for her demotion. “Things are looking down” she says, smiling. I order more lollipops, and the robot responds. Everything is wearing the Universal …
as told to Cori Redford Photo by Carnefix Photography Cori Redford was born several years ago, and still has not lost her faith in humanity. She still thinks dick jokes …
By Nico Wilkinson it’s the day before i start testosteroneand i am buying press-on gender onlinerose goldblue crystalmirror chrome genders that come off easywithout pulling layers of me away.that soften …
By Adrian H Molina I was at the edge of fall, asking again if we could withstand another icicle winter in the north,sitting at the foot of an empty clawfoot …