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
By Shauna Barbosa
I count gulls until they spasminto numbers, until I graspa number never uttered.
By Leila Chatti
He says he’s never really stoppedspeaking to God. Says it’s in his DNA, askingfor things.
If you had asked me, thirteen, what I wantedto be one day, I wouldn’t have said it.
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.