Syrup
Where I live
Ants find any sweetness.
Three Poems by Sequoia LeBreux
Making the Centipede a Perfect Morning
by Rushi Vyas
after Colin Walker and Haley Heynderickx
It is not about the sex.
It’s about the morning light
funneling through the window’s sheer
white drapes onto the many-legged and red
centipede who claims the wallContinue Reading
The Elvis Machine–Poems by Kim Vodicka
M i l k P T S D
I don’t play to lose, but I played, and I lost.
Hard being sexless for knowing someone’s heart.
Cross to Bear–Poems by Afieya Kipp
mon objet
I do not want to rinse you off me. I do not want to go. This war in me speaks loudest at night—as if all at once, the yin tide, pink, lush, and like a lather—your love salve—I take in with the largest mouthfuls from the most beautiful silver spoon…As it turns out, once my organs are satiated from the swell brought of the raw honey well, everything shifts into perspective where white wine has clotted to a bubble at the bottom of glasses where sunlight turns half your body to gold, begging to be licked
Real Talk
by Doug Paul Case
I can’t stop thinking about this .gif I saw
on Tumblr a few days ago: Jake Bass
licking some anonymous man’s penis andContinue Reading
The Gynecologist
by Margaret Reynolds
The doctor pushes me back and asks me to scoot forward until the bottom of my butt is hanging off the edge of the exam table. She spreads my legs quickly. Without warning, I feel the hard edges of a speculum spread me open, and a moment later, she slides two wet fingers into me.
I feel the pressure deeply inside of me and blink at the ceiling to distract myself. When I turn my head to the side, I’m staring at a poster of a mother and child standing under the title “The Benefits of Breastfeeding.”Continue Reading
A Ritual for Rage
Bitch Niggas: In Support of Softness
by Steven Dunn
When men write about sexism they get praised to high heavens for it, although women have been talking about it, writing about it, making art about it, and living it for so fucking long. Initially I struggled to write about sexism because I felt that maybe it’s not mine to write. I want to contribute to the conversation in a way that isn’t colonizing. As men, we can take responsibility for what is ours: the many ways we participate in and continue to perpetuate sexism. Everything I say from here out, I’ve learned from listening to women and reading women’s works.Continue Reading
Fall 2018
Rua do Salitre
rua do salitre
by Ian E. Watts
Going nowhere in particular, our only aim is to catch the sun’s light among the rustling leaves around the
Rossio Square. Pointing out a couple on a bench, Vanessa mentions, “All interaction between men and
women is a guarded stalking and is always sexual in nature. A careful reading of every glance, every
word, and every gesture betrays masked intent.”Continue Reading
