Myriam San Marco

      The Cure I knew what my poison was I drank to more than enough I drank like drinking would give answers to questions I haven’t asked yet I built a cage out of the pieces of my bad self binding steel plate to hollow bones fusing old scars to fresh...

Jennie Byrne

      Mute like attracts want – want ignites desire I wake up and my entire life has passed – I’m old and frail, limbs rigid, my breath appears in small puffs they’ve already chosen my gravestone, a chunk of fieldstone – small but quaint except it...

Kat Holmes

      “GOTHS AREN’T BLACK”   BUT YOU’D STARE ANYWAY, AND I CAN SMOKE TREE BOP ON THE CORNER TO BLACK METAL OR BASHMENT, IN PLATFORM BOOTS OR NIKE BLAZERS BECAUSE I AM STILL THE ONLY SPECTACLE IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD. IT IS BRAIDS KNOTTED INTO NOOSES,...

Tré Ventour

    Man-Made For the victims and survivors of male violence and the system that enables it. CW: rape, sexual violence, police brutality, genocide, racism. Raised by West Indian matriarchs I was taught by Black women about whiteness and patriarchy where women...

Madelyn Burnhope

      Blessing at Arms’ Length  a setting-down ritual I can’t begin to speak a blessing any more than I can reach a coat hanger from my chair. I only know how to say come in,  welcome, dear Brigantia, into the home of my hand, my heart, my...

Rose Knapp

      Commodity Fetishization  Buy buy buy consume consume consume Faster faster faster harder harder harder Deeper deeper deeper devour devour devour     Rose Knapp (she/they) is a poet and electronic producer. She has publications in...