International Women’s Day

Women are gross, scab and bleed when they fall, have had diarrhea in gas station toilets. Come wrapped in lace, lids smattered with some electric pink material stolen from the drugstore sale bin. Packaged in loose blue janitor pants, clunky shoes with enough arch support to make things just bearable. Women are bald, or shedding....

Elagabalus & More Poetry

Elagabalus   Two bright suns and one black hole, no tranquil moon around. No poets with a dick like yours, No dicks with poetry like mine.   Going brazenly to Dark, And coming back a different being. Snakehead to Aphrodite legs- And its not even breakfast.   The Blindspot   You could see the cracks...

Lands

The recently self published poetry collection Lands follows Jemima Khalli’s experiences as a woman of colour with a startling and occasionally¬†brutal truth. The following three poems come straight from this collection, posted without commentary – as these words speak entirely for themselves.   i changed my name so it would sit comfortably on your tongue...