Three new poems by Garreth Chan, exploring sex work and sexual labor.
Emily Broad’s new poem reflects on a city “built on the backs of movement.”
The latest addition to our haiku column.
Sarah Afaneh’s new poem explores the ordinary labors of womanhood, and the complicated bond of a mother and a daughter.
chaimihai’s self-reflective new poem unravels the labors of anxiety.
Jane Ayres writes about the inhabitants of a care home in this free verse.
Everything I like is like that man who first thought to take that picture of that starving black child waited for by that black vulture in that Sudan. I like what I write. I am hurting myself…
Did you know the lifespan of a chembarathi
at full bloom was one day?
That’s how long the news cared. I dug …
nettle, barbed rainbow
barbie queer, angular
tri, un-bi assed…
so I’ll light my candles
one by one…
“I see your daughter has decided to become a prostitute now.”
“I tested negative.”
New in our haiku column by Louise Gerodias, on intimacy and isolation.
Oh! the things we forget
when we stir nerves in flux
the nonsense of day to day …
I am in a room
in a bed.
I am here often,
but rarely is it talked about on the news …
Kafka’s reincarnated as a wasp and he’s playing squash against my window pane; a car horn keeps beeping […]
Everything echos in here.
Vespers incant, thank phlox.
My cell brotherless…