something blackens inside. maybe it is stomach acid, after blanching my tongue in bitter chocolate. i am scared something will shatter if...

You think you can veil us. You think you can hide us away. You think you can vanquish our presence. With your law that cries, “Don’t Say...

i saw your words. red paint pulsating with your one-track message bet you wielded that brush with conviction. i’m imagining you now, how...

It comes back like a headache in the middle of the night Do you remember how she always wanted you to be the man? which meant going above...

how to use liquid eyeliner / poems about womanhood / is it normal to have constant stomachache / sugar cookie recipe / why am i so tired...

We leave the orange peels on the counter, quickly discarding them in our haste to squeeze the fruit. Such is the ritual of our Sunday...

Even my family jokes i'm adopted And i laugh along with them Although my mom sister and i share the same big, brown eyes That is the only...

The cat That sat In the window seat Wonders about the world. Greeted at the door, Wishing whiskers brush the cracked glass pane. Fur...

Hat and gloves. Puffer coat over snow pants, over insulated rubber boots painted with little red flowers. Slide down the gentle slope on...

The maps in the gallery are a mangled mess of roots: The east dragon and the west dragon can't seem to work out where their tails should...

to minerva— think confession; think candle wax gospel choir or a hand around my throat how could i tell you that it was not sacrilege but...

if animals could speak how they would plead when caught in a trap! like foxes from folktales praising our lovely furs and our clever work...

Ever since I left Things feel different now Suddenly the air feels lighter The breeze colder The sky remains blue when I skip class For a...

there’s four pictures of my autistic brother, David, hanging in the rooms of the house he is called Chube, Dave, Chob, Chupe, and Buster...

The beauty of the words that first bubbled out past my baby lips I’m afraid I’m forgetting how to speak. I don’t remember when memory...

When the mother tongue flows from my mother’s lips, her words and syllables flow like fragments of poetry, each hint of her accent and...

my eyes are stinging, the lifeless computer screen stares back at me offering no reprieve. my hand is cramping, and the pencil looks like...

they say your body is a temple so respect it and treat it as if you are worshipping a god but they don't know that i would rather set...

what more is there to say? they've said it all. i felt the discomfort, i changed my name. living is easier not easy. sure i have to use...

The world is fractured, broken, hopeless. The snow globe has shattered. The fragments lie wet on the floor. Adina Gerwin is 17 years old...