Poetry
To Be a Girl by Sarah Freligh
We’re bleeders or will be. This is what they tell us in a dark room, blinds drawn, rows of desks just so
Prose Poetry
Poetry
Stages of Choking : etymology of overcoming dysphoria by Nina Miller
Life revolves around someone else’s gravitational pull, and it’s never enough.
Poetry
Minecrafting in My Daughter’s World by Daniel Flosi
She tells me how she discovered the zombie spawner in her chest. Says it’s better to create & keep them than to encounter one in the liver-dark blindness of forests.
Poetry
Where by Jessica Manack
And there, in the underpass that’s always flooded, we joined our puzzle-piece teeth. We ignored the graffiti.
