Sheena Raza Faisal

May 21, 2017

a fidgeting rectangle, the smell of carpet softened by massaging feet. there are few
places in this world my body is safe. the edge of a rug. the sharp line of a grave. […]

Florencia Varela

May 14, 2017

I agree it’s hard to make a life here.
The song doesn’t live
past seven folds, stays gaslit. […]

Keno Evol

April 9, 2017

the pigs busted my skull in / says her fiancé / in the 80’s / apparently Minneapolis was worse / or un-filmed / […]

Taylor Johnson

March 19, 2017

There is much to do. The room is red
because we are indecent. The light gives
me up. I’ve made myself at home: I sit on your porch, […]

Shakeema Smalls

February 5, 2017

dirty words are manufactured, too. this should be considered when getting buggered by a scientific socialist. her locs long enough to tickle the strap-on — extended-praise — […]

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