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…

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…

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…

Listening to the Dark-John Biscello

an excerpt from “No Man’s Brooklyn”   Remember when we were kids and we’d sometimes have sleepovers and listen to the dark together? That’s what you called it, Anya, listening to the dark. Sometimes we’d pretend to be camping. We’d set up a tent and eat candy and look up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on…

Executive Order-Christian Garduno

Beginning January 1, 2020, Executive Order #774 States that: It shall be that all female ‘rights’ to have their “tubes tied” (or other reproductive manipulations) are hereby suspended permanently. For every month a female does not become pregnant [exempt only already pregnant women], she shall surrender a monthly tax of $1,400. For every calendar year…

oh mother – Mela Blust

you can’t understand this kind of hunger the unmothered sailing through crowds like ghosts fishing for the next high flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood wine can’t wear this wound down; a band-aid stuck to a scab on the heart. oh mother, the childlike god of sacrifice tell us it won’t hurt read…