Someone Else’s Turn

By Erica Lee Smith It’s not eavesdropping if other people’s words find their way to you when you’re just minding your own business. At least that’s what she tells herself, as she stands by the open window above the kitchen sink, inhaling the fragrance of day lilies that she had cut earlier that morning andContinue reading “Someone Else’s Turn”

the flamed mermaid

By Michelle Rochniak the flaky bones of ocean monsters’ preysift through the currents to my doorstep.the firewood of the merpeople village burns:opal-toned marrow ash. they said fire girls can’t have scaly tails;when i flap my flukes at the sun,their cerulean turns scarlet. it’s funny how scorpio soundslike a fire sign. i collect the bonesto earnContinue reading “the flamed mermaid”

What is the Body but an Instrument?

*CW: mentions of self-harm and death By T.C. Anderson How long would it take to scratch my skin until I began to feel bone,to pluck the tendons like guitar strings andhear my body’s sweet melodies?For what is the body but an instrument of destruction and chaos,a tool to inflict its misery on the worldwith hopeContinue reading “What is the Body but an Instrument?”

Red

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”

My Deepest Darkest Secret

By Anne H. Putnam CW: Mention of cutting and other emotional distress; swearing “What’s…your…deepest…darkest…secret?” The tall, slender blonde was slowly making her way around the small yoga studio, padding silently in bare feet, her leggings pulled halfway down each foot in a style that mimicked the way ‘cute’ girls would keep their hands in theContinue reading “My Deepest Darkest Secret”