
Thirsting by Elizabeth Gade
In the water of summer the trees hurt longing to be touched calling out for us to put down our laptops and cell phones to stop flinging our bodies full
In the water of summer the trees hurt longing to be touched calling out for us to put down our laptops and cell phones to stop flinging our bodies full
When Grandma said her legs would look like mine had the gravity of her life not done what gravity does, what she’d prayed it would not do to her, &
She didn’t set out to become Medusa. Failing to see that her resting face with its permanently etched frown was a weapon of mythical force. Beauty warped into a titan
There are pieces of you around my house, too much of you remains in my home. When I think about what you left behind, aftershave and wine glasses in my
Bio: Anne Walters (they/them) is a queer non-binary writer who lives in New Jersey. They have been published in Midway Journal, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Three Moon Magazine, among others. When
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