Title | Author | Content Warnings | Type | Preview |
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daily rituals | A.C. Gerhard | None | Poetry | "We've started purifying ourselves with salt, my friends and I..." |
dried up | E. Kristen Anderson | Ableism | Poetry | When I consider the facts I’m rendered horizontal, head down |
my mind on the gap | E. Kristin Anderson | None | Poetry | "I’ve spent this year..." |
now you know what’s in me | E. Kristin Anderson | None | Poetry | "I’ve long accepted that there’s no such thing as rewinding—" |
corpus (or, somewhere the body) | Effie Benveniste | None | Poetry | "The body is heavy as any unwanted thing..." |
un/body | Elliot Voorhees | None | Poetry | "I one morning from un/settling dreams..." |
canadian millenial dream pen | Emily Gillespie | None | Poetry | "Handfuls and handfuls of cheap free pens, you know the kind I’m talking about right?" |
your body is a casino | Heather Taylor Johnson | None | Poetry | "Feel that gnaw? Your body’s sweet to the dark vermin today,..." |
one through ten | Jennifer Bradpiece | None | Poetry | "Doctor,..." |
ars poetica with physical therapist | Kara Dorris | None | Poetry | "Last night, a blood moon, a sleepless..." |
setting the table | Kara Dorris | Ableism | Poetry | "The wolves are snarling today, so I set the table slowly." |
self-portrait as wikipedia entry | Kara Dorris | Substance UseDeathAssault/Abuse/Violence | Prose | "Kara Dorris was born in Fort Worth, Texas at the ass-end of 1980, & the beginning of big bangs, shoulder pads, & leg warmers..." |
editor's note | Kristen Tollan | None | Editor's Note | "Dearest Monsters,..." |
bugonia | Lillian Hochwender | Body Horror | Poetry | "In my summer breath..." |
natural woman | Lynn Guttman | None | Art | |
passages | Lynn Guttman | None | Art | |
habitat | Lynn Guttman | None | Art | |
on how dogs choose their people | Lynne Schmidt | None | Poetry | "The day he proclaims,..." |
burqueños | Madison Bertenshaw | Sexual content | Poetry | "What do you write about?" |
my litany of pleasure for a body in pain | Marissa Spear | Sexual content | Poetry | "As a scientist, a lapsed Catholic, and a writer I know I inhabit a multitude of contradictions..." |
disappearing acts | Rachel Stewart | Body Negativity | Poetry | "Winter has crept in two months late..." |
plastic woman | Rita Maria Martinez | None | Poetry | "On the osteopath’s table my contours expand..." |
the migraineur addresses dr. honeydew and beaker | Rita Maria Martinez | None | Poetry | "Dr. Honeydew, I wanna be like you,..." |
the greatest american hero | Rita Maria Martinez | None | Poetry | "Life was a comedy of errors the year after surgery..." |
the migraineur watches x-men apocalypse | Rita Maria Martinez | None | Poetry | "My younger self became adept at sleight of hand." |
when trans goes out of style | Sarah Cavar | None | Poetry | "I’ll have no need to fear..." |
lose your inhibitions | Sophia Cannizzaro | Substance Use | Poetry | "when i smoke weed i have the worst panic attacks of my life..." |
frankenstein’s monster and michelangelo’s angel | Uma Dviwedi | None | Poetry | "A CONVERSATION BETWEEN TWO TRANS FIGURES..." |
where my limbs hung far and fair | Xuan Nyugen | None | Poetry | "1. a golden blaze of hair roars down my wicked spine. i am spitfire keo" |
you can write this for me, too | Yiyi | None | Poetry | "in jakarta i barely remember my grandfather’s house..." |