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April 2024

Stop Telling Your Daughters Their Virginity is a Holy Commodity by Tinamarie Cox

grey and black cat laying on a bed with a book

*today’s Poem of the Day is in .jpg format to preserve formatting *this is the unformatted text of the poem I fell so hard for him, eager to exchange love and feel complete, though my interpretation of such concepts was skewed by a principled thrashing of an upbringing and my racing youthful reasoning. It wasn’t […]

Feijoa Dreams by Ana Martinez

black and white photo of woman in black clothes with her back to the camera, wearing a white knit cap standing in the snow in front of trees

Things that didn’t stop the car bomb from going off near my grandmother’s house: A gentle childhood nestled with tucked-in nightly prayers and teddy bear kisses, framed by high ceiling homes. Piña coladas by the pool waterslide vacations. Two parent household affording catered parties adorned by entertainers and clowns. No one was hurt, it was […]

When Did I Know? by Maple Scoresby

close up of woman wearing glasses with red listick and straight blond hair with a grey shirt

As long as I can remember, every star that shot across the sky, every birthday candle I blew out, came with the silent wish that I would wake the next morning as a girl; even if for just a single day. I was told wishes don’t come true if you say them aloud. So I […]

If This Is Goodbye by Brittany Franclemont

a female wearing glasses and a white shirt with thin gold necklace

While you eat breakfast, I think about killing myself. We walk until my legs give out, but still I find no peace. You say, “I didn’t know if you wanted space,” but that’s all we have anymore. You accidentally touch me and cringe as if burned. I wonder if you even know what that does […]

The Ugly, the Snot, and the Woman by Tyler Hurula

female with bright prink hair wearing a black leather jacket and jeans in front of a graffitied wall

My dad tells my mom she is ugly when she cries. That some people are beautiful when they are undone, but she is not one of them. Spider-eyed, veins w e b b i n g, cheeks bloom more thorn than rouge. He tells her this after his fist kissed plaster, wall ground to fine […]

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