On Wednesday his heart stalled so he put himself in neutral and told her to get out and push. Said the last shotgun rider …
Shrinking to the Photo-Finish by Kiernan Norman
Twelve years old and I knew I was too much. . A body too much — a stomach that stretched and stuck, and a waist …
Never in His Intentions by Shelbie Warner
He had a way with words that made you feel like clouds, and not pretty fluffy clouds, but dark, angry, unstable clouds. He could …
Cages by Topaz Winters
they tell me that my heart is the size of my fist ever pulsing, ever quivering with the kind of life you could easily …
Anger is Sadness Set on Fire by Megan Tyler
My mother made a slide show for my grandfather’s funeral, and I would stand in silence, observing the process, and she pushed me aside as …
A New Movement: “The Uninterrupted Project”
By being a part of PSA (Poetry Slam Association) at my college, I’ve gotten to know some pretty cool poets (who also know other cool …
Fat by Caroline Rothstein
I am not fat. It took me twenty-two years to purge words onto a page the same way I purged my body into stomach ulcers, …
Things You Didn’t Realize by Kathryn Merwin
I. There was no one to kiss your mouthful of yeses, so you drank too much rum and slept in the tub. II. …
Untitled by Indya Shaw
Once a boy wanted to see my soul, but he never tried asking me to show him. He looked at my eyes like they really …