I Used To Be One Of Them and Look Where I Am Now

By Lynne Schmidt CW: Abortion They arrive before I do,signs plastered on the lawn,dressed for Sunday church and force fed sacrament. They tell each other their handsare cleaner than mine,but I used to drink that wine, too. We park our carand I forget how the handle works.My friend puts her arms around meas they scream atContinue reading “I Used To Be One Of Them and Look Where I Am Now”


By Shiksha Dheda *Content Warning: This piece discusses menstruation, body image, mental illness, OCD, and blood. I hate the colour red. Loud, lively– promiscuous. The stains I tried to hide-warmth trickling down mythick trembling thighs- my body literallychewing itself-spitting itself out of my vagina. Like a thick phlegm ballwhen you have a nasty cold. TheContinue reading “Red”

From Root to Rhizome

By Angela Acosta Like a plant, I seek to be rooted,watered and nurtured in optimal soil,looking skyward in comfortable seventy-degree weather,I imagine a tulip bulb burrowing into its own possibility. Finding a place for all of me is a tough task,so I settle for parts, points of connections,looking for other Latinas, other multiethnic poets,the onesContinue reading “From Root to Rhizome”

A Stroll Through the Fruit and Veg Section

By Carys Crossen The week the pregnancy test displayed two blue lines Elise’s baby was the size of a sesame seed.  Two weeks later, it was the size of a blueberry, according to the pregnancy website she had started checking compulsively. Another fortnight later and it had the same dimensions as a grape.  Elise wonderedContinue reading “A Stroll Through the Fruit and Veg Section”

Wild Gardens

By Hunter Liguore Slowing down time never seems more needed as when we emerge from the cold months and face a new season. All the seasons have a way of acting as checkpoints, the metamorphosing landscape deliberately reminding us of what we’ve done well and what we’ve failed to manifest. It is generally what weContinue reading “Wild Gardens”

Snow Princess

By Tracey Chizoba Fletcher There was a minute of stunned silence. It was soon followed by the sounds of muffled cries as Mrs. Okoro cupped her hands over her mouth. All the hurts and frustrations she had borne for the past fifteen years of marriage, flowed freely like a faucet turned on. She hadn’t daredContinue reading “Snow Princess”


By A.P. Joye January 3rd, 2001 “Name?” The lady raised her eyebrows.  “Lilith Jones.” “There you are.” She announced from behind her desk; the icons on the monitor reflected in her eyes. After signing Lilith in, the lady assured her that it’d only be a moment. Lilith nodded rather than to fill the quiet, sterileContinue reading “Abandoned”

Awakening, Again

By Becca Downs This is the room where I sleep,where I eat bread and butter,where I cry to God and myself. This is where I stare at the ceiling and direct films to replace horrorwith romance, comedy with comedy. This is the window where I watchsquirrels chase other squirrels.It’s new. Before there were no windows. ThisContinue reading “Awakening, Again”

the Wasteland (revisited)

By Kimberly Madura She stands in a wasteland of her  own making. Not for lack of water, but because she chooses to remain unquenchable. She desperately needs to be  satiated by this rainstorm, but she has a  fear of rain. Take the water before it is too late, I plead with her, before the fireContinue reading “the Wasteland (revisited)”