Birthing Space  By Kelsey D. Mahaffey

Birthing Space
By Kelsey D. Mahaffey

There is comfort in the crumpling. That slow surrender syncing low,  where body takes the lead—like a knowing  before its known, guttural and raw,  a maternal embrace  with the deep and wide. It’s where intimacy is created,  down here on the cold floor,  cheek pressed...
Sex Ed  By Laine Cunningham

Sex Ed
By Laine Cunningham

A girl between eleven and fourteen (a gauzy and vibrant age) will enter menses. She will have been (awkwardly) informed by teachers conscripted by the state. The girl will inscribe (in carefully rounded letters) her question about tampon strings that snap. She will...
A Year To Heal  By Marigo J. Stathis

A Year To Heal
By Marigo J. Stathis

I once woke up in wild winter, paralyzed by change, when claws emerged and storms surged sunken snow and white wombs from where I came. In mere months, seduced by scents, spanned by veins, I unfolded into sun, blossomed in rain with vernal wings– a quivering,...
Honeysuckle  By Tifara Brown

Honeysuckle
By Tifara Brown

Black bodies are honeysuckle For dry white lips Sweet tender stalks Crushed between towers of broken ivory You crush my spine To taste the nectar inside Tear into my flowers, The Eden, nestled between my thighs Rip open my leaves And drink the milk under my tongue...

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