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…

Survival – Megha Sood

Have you noticed the slow cleaving in my backbone? the seamless transformation the branching into my thousand self like a sapling breaking out from the blind seed. I’m sprouting I am growing breaking out of this cocoon. Growing like a medusa this fecundity of myself breaking out into the thousands version of me morphing into…

The Color of Our Rights: A Reproductive Rights Collaboration

I will wear red for my sisters whose health is at risk for my sisters who have been raped for my sisters who have been battered for my sisters who are already struggling to feed hungry children for my sisters who need to finish middle school high school college grad school for my sisters who…

Beautiful Things – Jamie Lynn Martin

I used to think that all things beautiful meant it never saw the inside of a devils heart. Beautiful things aren’t singed with markings of his storm. They don’t stitch their spine with caution tape, beautiful things don’t cry. I often cry, but my tears are made of falling daggers gearing up for battle. I…