My Death Is a Great Red Pen, Correcting-Kindra M. Austin

What you want, I ain’t got; and goddamn, I have the sinking feeling that it’s happening again, as night is falling down upon me. I submerge, accordingly—   await my death. My death eradicates mistakes I’ve made, and saves. My death is a great red pen, correcting—   according to Vodka, on top of Fibromyalgia,…

Dead Dolly-Susan Shuman

Until the day I die, I’ll never forget them glassy, unblinking eyes. You know, I’d made that gris-gris—what you all call a Voodoo Doll— myself.  Mawmaw taught me how when I was a kid back in Bayou Lafourche.  She said that since we were direct descendants of Marie Laveau, it was our legacy.  My mama died giving birth to me, so Mamaw was…

Woman is a Root-Molly M. Ryan

Touch does not sit in the veins of a petal, Does not wilt when the bloom of spring Withers away. It can’t be pruned, It does not decompose with the dead and discarded To become a new whole. Woman is not a flower. A flower Is only beautiful for the season. Groomed, Clipped, arranged, until…

Thunderstorms at Night-Sarah Doughty

“Like a drum from above, it was the thunder of my heart that kept me alive and alert.” It was the thunder that kept me awake. Synapses firing, like lightning in the night, illuminating the fog of dark gray, cotton-candy clouds. Thoughts springing to life before disappearing in an instant, only to fire yet again…

Entranced-Brian Rihlmann

We lasted awhile only as the times apart became longer and you always asked about others in the interim and of course I said never look me in the eye you said and I did then we’d go to bed for a murderous fuck and afterward sleep bruised and even bloody awaken stiff with scabs…

Eurydice-Allister Nelson

Flowers rot in my hands, on the banks of Charon. My melody of asp bite is the strangest marriage bed.   A hiss, a cadence, of bones dancing to Stygian flow.   But I feel at home here, amongst asphodel and shades.   True, Orpheus played the lyre like the world would never fade away,…

The Signs-HLR

“How did you not see the signs?” when she said she couldn’t write when you began to miss her smile when she couldn’t bear the daylight when you hadn’t heard her laugh when she stopped enjoying reading when she stopped taking bubble baths “How did you not see the signs?” when you saw her wearing…

Entropy-Christine E. Ray & Kindra M. Austin

(Kindra M. Austin) Every morning, I wake up. I keep waking up. And sometimes I’m angry at my opened eyes, cos sometimes brittle fingernails scratching inside of my skull, they split and rip and bleed and blood leaks and shorts my circuits. Not enough to kill me dead, just enough to kill my will. And…

yes girls-Mela Blust

in steel country, in coal country daddy drove a truck and mama prayed good girls laid on our backs; we crushed our wings we let the machete of a slick man’s voice clear cut the thicket of our wombs we let the wet slick cries of a hungry thing slowly drain the fire from our…

the day that never comes-Gabriela M.

the sea throws fishing nets into the sky the blood of stars drops on a lonely shore acoustic ships fantasize under the reddish voice of night fingers of the truth pulsate inside the wombs of underwater weeds I comb my hair with dreams of roses and of salt you smoke cigars within the loneliness of…