Dear Cancer, I never wanted to talk to you. In fact, if possible I never want to hear your name ever again. Not in the …
Floating by Ashira Shirali
It was raining the first time I left my body. Mom left the house to be one with the storm. Her shirt was still stained …
Portraits of Innocence by Maghfira Raharto
These pieces started out as peace offerings for my parents. They are modelled after my baby pictures from the year 1999. I decided to take …
Build Me a Woman by Shiuli Dutta
Your fingers will never be enough, To count the number of times They called you a slut. But your soul, your soul is armoured enough, …
In My Neighborhood by Julia Nunnally Duncan
There were many mothers in my neighborhood: Beulah, who tended to my foot on a summer day when I stepped on a shard of broken …
Mirrored Skirts by Katy Gale
The skirt sways just below my knees. It is old and ragged and carries a scent that reminds me of father — safe and familiar. …
underbelly by S. Makai Andrews
don’t tell your mother about the painting you have of a gun in the back of your room. don’t tell her about the time you …
How to Say I Love You by Rowena Taylor
I pace the aging dock, its wood groaning in the shallow water. My summer- browned legs quiver at the thought of walking the plank. I …
Insomnia & My Mother by Meggie Royer
Yeah I’ve got a backbone that can’t decide between being its namesake and being a wishbone. My whole life I’ve been pulling the shorter end, …