MAR 2023 / ISSUE 22

Old Aged (for Annie)

by Dey Rivers

I used to be lively. Parties and gatherings held every few weeks. Seeing working bodies and inviting protest meetings where I met my…

by Anna Reeser

Two days after the test, I walked to an urgent care clinic. After I peed into a cup, a nurse congratulated me on an accomplishment…

by Bec Bell-Gurwitz

Two glories on a walk today. I will write them present, though I will be at my desk and when I read, I will be even farther displaced in time…

by Tara Shea Burke

My body begins under a full moon. I begin by filling my mother’s body. My mother’s body was home. She was small. She was beautiful…

by Anuradha Prasad

Or is it pink? You’d know, but I can’t ask you. You are dead. It’s a chasm I can’t cross. It stands between you and me and me and…

by Kerry Krenzin

Kerry Krenzin is a self-taught Los Angeles based artist. Her work, most often composed with non-conventional media and found…