Jess Vieira is a rising star in Brazil. Her paintings and illustrations have been featured on book covers, in advertisements, and even in two issues of Vogue last year. Jess was born in 1992 in Brasília, and she now lives in Salvador, Bahia. She likes to work with as many mediums as she can, from […]
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Briauna Taylor is a queer poet, teaching artist, and seeker of magick in Portland, Oregon. She created and facilitated the youth writing programming and open mic series ‘Mind & Mouth’ with former radical youth non-profit MarrowPDX. She leads youth and all ages writing workshops across the city, most recently her newest project, Tender Community Garden. […]
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Joey Yearous-Algozin grants us the gift of the very emotion his book title states, A Feeling Called Heaven. He explores the end of the world matter-of-factly, with straightforward acceptance, patience, and a certain degree of excitement. Throughout this forthright poetry, we are inspired by the realization that perhaps heaven is being on this earth together. […]
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Born in a Second Language by Akosua Zimba Afiriyie-Hwedie published by Button Poetry is a remarkable work of writing through in-betweenness of body and nation, mind and mother-tongue. Afiriyie-Hwedie balances the languages and nations her self has touched so carefully in this collection. The collection encomapsses an impressive spread of form and style — Afiriyie-Hwedie […]
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It says “remember when you lost a tampon inside yourself?” It says “scratch your head.” It says“open your eyes.” It sends memories I’d forgotten. I’m forced to wonder what forgetting means,if I can be reminded so easily. My moon puts me back in my body when I have dreams aboutlevitating. When I was younger I […]
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The things that saved us are the same as they ever were.The spring irises glazed with rain, puppies learning to walk,the feel of his hands in yours or his skin,or your own skin, soft against the bedsheets.The way water cools the throat and slakes thirst,or how a good meal softens and rounds the belly,the way […]
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(tw: medicines, sickness) I hate my mother. Not the kind of flighty, tempestuous hate most teenage girls harbour for their mothers, but a different kind. Mostly, I hate her because I don’t know how to deserve a different kind of love. Women have nimble fingers. This makes plucking two leaves and a bud from an […]
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And some of the other times and the volleyball girls in milkglass socks beating reddened hands on rival eyes, well the orange tree is right there and if ur so hungry lie beneath it with ur mouth open catch some flies swat summer in the face and the sunset will go blushred fences in between […]
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The neurologist tells me I’m intriguing, a specimento write about in her research. She’ll change my nameof course. It will help legions of doctors. Tegretolis shaped like baseball diamonds and tastes like grapes. After the seizure, I could not speak or type.Day one of Tegretol I float in space. I bump into walls.Day two I […]
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Liminal Transit Review – “a literary journal that publishes work related to themes such as (but not limited to) diaspora, immigration, displacement, borders, and decolonization.” Accepting poetry, cross-genre, and prose submissions. No fees. Deadline: July 31. Fahmidan – Digital chapbook series accepting submissions of poetry and short fiction collections by POC and women. No fee. […]
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VAGABOND CITY 