CW: Rape, sexual assault When I send my sexual abuse poems to Western magazines, they always end up rejected My poems are orphans in...

Everyone has those travel bags. The doors of the car opens near the river. A bow boat plays a long lone note on the chordophone water....

(South Africa, circa 1980) The laughter surrounded us Each member of the audience chronically infected as the joke plunged on towards its...

high school: a retrospective for emily open and inchoate: we soaked it up: rap lyrics, e-cigarettes, instagram, always-wars: passive...

In the Limen, You In the limen you kept me between land and a wormy sea, What’s App green, always poised on the horizon of creamy notes,...

W.C. Perry (they/them) is a writer from Chillicothe, Ohio. Their work has appeared in Meat for Tea, GRIFFEL, Taco Bell Quarterly, Night...

命運 (mìngyùn) — the chinese translation of the english word “fate” The moon melted in my arms so I took her place in the sky. And soon my...

Affliction An echo chamber of endless voices– feeding delusions–you say–I live in–live with. Of what kind–I am not certain. Only you can...

Prayer Mahfuza, your body is my rosary I observe you and my prayer is done In any prayer other than yours My body is not cowed in such...

Your wings so fast you blur across my yard. Your body no more than an inch long, a blend of bee and moth, though neither bee nor moth....

murmuration i drew a bead, wings of carnival glass plumage, he summoned a cloudburst of starlings for his eulogy where to find the...

Hecate All this happens on my pillow – here travellers lay down their dreams, asking me to break them open. And I do, spread them out on...

when hollywood got off the phone some days before he found the nerve to take his gun to bed wanting to be already lying down we had...

I admit, there's nowhere left to bury you I've never been good at graveyards, at leaving what's dead behind there are so many corpses...

Playground I lie In a basket swinging, looking at the clouds, feeling a chilblain of sun on my face. Watching an Irish flag wave its...

I think of you more than I need to. I don't know how to make it stop. When I try to write, I find myself bursting with stories of you -...

The New If someone jumped I’d jump into the warm whatever of mid- May I’d not leap as the maneuver’s overused– I understand these liminal...

DANGEROUS BREED i was mauled by a dangerous breed in the Burger King carpark left me maimed, disfigured for life may as well been a...

“The pied au gratin is magnificent,” the waiter caws. “What sort of foot?” the husband squawks. “Free-range, organic,” the waiter caws....

At the tender age of 6 The pastor I saw every Sunday- The one with a booming voice And a blinding Cheshire grin- Spoke from a...