Tracie T. Nichols Radiant sun streaming over your shoulder, jump rope warm in my small hands— small hands— and you say, You can be...

Jess Woolford dress to suppress step into sack sweats hide inside hoodie no shape: too ugly to rape or so they say spontaneity? a...

Caroline Cottom Texaco Man Daddy’s footsteps on the stairs shake the house he flips on the bathroom light flushes the toilet hard...

Jess Woolford where began it? this sense: safety stolen? was it back there? schoolyard where boys tracked took you down ...

Michael Dufresne and the window speaks to the flesh in these clothes conveying a pulse a remembrance of what it was like to be against...

Tracy Grinstead-Everly *Dedicated to my abusive ex-boyfriends and others like them, To those of us who, despite them, are still here, And...

Shaillee Juneja She traversed the darkness Those paths filled with Muted and forced silence Aching heart Violated body And a broken...

Tracie T. Nichols choked on unsought moisture forced through every mucus-lined threshold a small girl body forms in trusting fetal...

Wendy Jensen I don't necessarily like the taste of tea. It's the enforced break from my rushing inner world that rewards. Once the tea...

Wendy Jensen I accelerate onto the freeway trees flashing by and my assured solitude tickles awake a memory. An unbidden flicker quiet as...

Tracie T. Nichols the unabashed truths etched across gray folds, cradled in brittling bone. Name the diminishment— the utter, unholy,...

Morgan Sullivan Monsters live in my head. Some monsters have smooth reptile skin shades of emerald jewels and then there is one that...