MAY 2024 / ISSUE 33

postpartum: three poems

by Mia Sitterson

The newborn sleeps through coffee grinder and vacuum, because the inside of a uterus is a train station under water, all thrum and whoosh and beat and rumble…

Part 2: The Other Nadine

by Swati Sudarsan

Nadine knew she should be questioning her eyesight, her hearing, or even her mental stability, but she felt only an unquenchable…

Holding Up the Monster Again to Make Sure

by Deborah Stein

I once stood in a book store and opened a book of poetry by a woman I used to call friend. I opened her book to a poem…

Self-Untitled

by Sam Geballe

My entire adult life has been about being intentionally vulnerable in hopes of getting better; that vulnerability is an invitation…

dervish; wolf 2

by Melissa Leto

once upon a go fuck yourself: no girl bodies terrorized here. if that’s what you’re here for,
if that’s what you’re hard and wanting for i know the language you wish i’d give you…

Earth

by Jesse Sorrell

The land is taking back its voice. The grass
is a green scream. Dew is licking up 
your leg with verdant tongue.…