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...

Introducing: Roya Backlund

Starting a monthly series of poetry, Roya Backlund explores femininity and nature in a collection of three works.   GIRL  after Megan Falley   Ingredients: A tongue caramelized with longing Spaghetti straps sent home from school, al dente Every time she was told her body did not belong to her, seared into memory Sugar and...