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
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
Coital Exposure–Vi Khi Nao
COITAL EXPOSURE
Women who don’t date men
Compensate their lack of
Coital exposure by
Imbibing basil seed drinkContinue Reading
Three Poems–Kailey Alyssa
Last Bite to Eat
A deer lies dead with a branch of alder in mouth
and she wakes after the same dream about the same baby
she keeps dropping from her same arms.Continue Reading
this highly flammable 1970s neon orange two-piece suit set–Zoe Nefouse
Three Poems–Zack Corpuz
his slowly uncoupling world
silent in her crimsoning. the space between
a line. and a heartbeat pull. thump.
thump. thump.she draws from it
in habit. a stroke
like rouge across. which she absently tongues.
clean.
