Cross to Bear–Poems by Afieya Kipp

Afieya Kipp poet
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

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The Gynecologist

Margaret Nickens author

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

Bitch Niggas: In Support of Softness

Steven Dunn author

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

Fall Issue 2018


The Elvis Machine–Poems by Kim Vodicka

Making the Centipede a Perfect Morning–by Rushi Vyas

Cross to Bear–Poems by Afieya Kipp

Real Talk–by Doug Case


Reunion–by Elwin Cotman

The Gynecologist–by Margaret Reynolds 


A Ritual for Rage–by Courtney E. Morgan

Bitch Niggas: In Support of Softness–by Steven Dunn

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