By Leila Chatti
Hidden in a dim stall as the muezzin calledall worshipers to prayer, I touched privatelythe indelible stain.
Christmas, flew home packaged like a gift. Beneath my jeans a childlike padding. Came to adore the wee god, his dolorous mother.
The summer after, a stormsplit the sky over Hergla and I wanted to be in it.
By Sara Eliza Johnson
When my body blew openthe shadow-glass cloudgalloped through me, glittered
The anemone of your dream bloomsinside the vacuum of space.In your pocket of black wind
By Javier Zamora
She says she lit a candle and placed it under my balls when I was bornbecause they were too big,
it’s procedure to inspect the ass of an immigrant kid
undress put this gown on the doctor will be here soon
Every day there’s the bay, every day, every night, once, it was Estero de Jaltepec:
By Porochista Khakpour
“Women have their faults, men have only two: everything they say, everything they do,” goes an old adage I remember fellow feminists wisecracking for most of my life. I was born in the seventies and am a nineties feminist. In my [...]
By Jari Bradley
It is easier for people to think I wanteda dick swinging between my legs.
It makes more sense that way instead of thefacial hair that came at the same time