Kay Ulanday Barrett

  Right to release   For the longest time, I dreaded bathrooms, the bleach singing nostrils, I pictured my brown mama in every white person’s house, scrubbing tile making what other people took for granted, shine.   In airports, I clench my bladder. in public anywhere, I hold it until a 3rd floor walk up can turn bloody.   There’s a story every trans person … Continue reading Kay Ulanday Barrett

Sophie Robinson

  SOCIAL FABRIC   AN EDITED VERSION OF THE WORLD     NO BIRDS IN THE TREES NO PEOPLE   NO WEEPING NO CLAWING BACK YOUR HAIR   NO PLUNGING IN TO BLACK LAKES   NO MAKING A SPORT OF YOURSELF   NO SIGH IN THE NIGHT NO PHOTOGRAPH OF FUN   NO SUNRAY SPLAYING OUT OF YOUR HEAD   NO GRASS BETWEEN YOUR TOES … Continue reading Sophie Robinson

Two Poems by Mary Kasimor

  subtext of women               ornamentally mature a butter      fly        bursts             in the eye’s image floats through         as though there was a choice               what signified the leather           purse concealing           /ed your deep intentions                 I record myself                         numbers              whirl around                  pieces of cheese                          loaded with the greatest minds playing vid e   o   games I thought      I          was           erased falling into remainders                 dumping one of my selves with hearts abundant                      it marches        backwards synthetic … Continue reading Two Poems by Mary Kasimor

Two Poems by Rita Stein

    Seasonal Affect   If I walk on the sunny side          Now that I know I’m doing it                     Then I pump my arms   And try to laugh off the cold edge of imitation   I don’t regret the season of not going   Slumping on the subway                                          Sexy moves like that   It didn’t mean that much                                           To sit … Continue reading Two Poems by Rita Stein

Poetry by Tim Keane

  An Erased Rauschenberg     compositions exist, not unchanged               valuable,   well,        real     trash can’t find something as-if     put I before the long city               realize cuff-demarcations   a little nothing, invitingly composed               of age, handkerchief, and officious hopes     one reality suggests climbing imagery               but we is goat business   like the five ego entities               between the … Continue reading Poetry by Tim Keane