originally published on August 26 2018 Become GOD by Loving a Woman loving a woman is the purest act of GOD that i could ever achieve to...

originally published in August 14 2018 When I say “happy” What are the feelings you conjure? Or would you even Recognize this word? ...

originally published in 2018 What do you think about in bed, in that space, right before you’ve fallen asleep? In the shower, what gives...

find my light between lives and i shall embrace you dearest friend i will house your soul with warmth before your next journey until you...

Jasmine Torres is a literature and writing student at University of California San Diego. It gives her great joy to read and create...

This girl names our son she loves me more than I will ever love her sprinkling plans into our tea Back to the old cafeteria she may...

Patriarchy’s obsession with youth and beauty in woman is nothing new. In a culture that sexualizes young girls in order todominate and...

her red lips stained my collar, but i was too drunk on her to notice. i’m more focused on her lips on my neck, hand in my pants. she...

I am only what I’m able to give, defined by the amount in my hands scalpel to mind hand traces ear to neck “you’re mine now” and I don’t ...

A letter to myself It doesn’t matter which mini-skirt or skin-tight fabric you choose to bind your skin in. The people you dance with...

I let the bee dig into my corpse, spotted and graying beneath the willow tree. I let the bee make a home in me, since I had never been...

Maya Elena Jackson is a female author and musician hailing from the Sonoran Desert. Her writing has most recently appeared in the third...

Simplicity leaves me overwhelmed wave after wave, on top of each other I’ve no room to breathe at the bottom I shirk below, shriveling...

Page 1 Greet the sun. She is the first one Who loves you Page 104 Ingredients: Rose quartz, for love. Bread Page 304 Bless your athame —...

I'll stretch until I snap I guess. I've spent forever with my mouth closed, I'm tired of the rumblings and screaming of my emptiness....

we are in the light district in Chinatown at the intersection of intimacy and vulnerability reflecting on how we fell in love when the...

Cassidy Scanlon is a queer poet, Capricorn, and astrologer who received her BFA in Creative Writing from Chapman University. Her work has...

At what point was my desired body deemed unworthy (undeserving even) of tender speech? I do not excite over offers to be banged or...

i. taking the time to sit and think (sink), what a waste of time (mine). Choices irreversible and time an intangible thing, with its...

The crone speaks “I am the goddess of death and the goddess of rebirth My womb is the beginning and the end” She is old and beautiful Her...