“A Sonnet to the She Wolf Lara Shaved head, cheap flimsy blue dress, angry” by Lenore S Beadsman

Almost hopeless to the point of tyranny she must be a sad   Vacant lame struggling case to have such Continue reading →

“A Sonnet to the She Wolf Melisande – A painted face, bare shoulders, irritable” by Lenore S Beadsman

Confronted throughout the really remained to stuff out   The rather putrid of the matter was a gelatin effect still Continue reading →

“A Sonnet to the She Wolf Ksenia – Very pregnant, golden eyes, pugnacious” by Lenore S Beadsman

Careful as to not involve the steady sure enough to powder the Careening was about to be stable over which Continue reading →

“Useless Wombs” + “Indoctrinated” by Janna Grace

Useless wombs   are useless before your period and after menopause but being useless only matters when they might be Continue reading →

“Like a Running Moss” by Janna Grace

Like a Running Moss   Men were always rambling or rolling, moving on while we stayed— growing moss. Now though, Continue reading →

“Keeping Tabs” by Janna Grace

Keeping Tabs   On my computer there are always dozens of them hundreds even, open and waiting to be opened Continue reading →

“Bottles Reflect” by Janna Grace

Bottles Reflect   He stopped drinking the day she left. Or did she leave the day he stopped? He wasn’t Continue reading →

“Sands” by Valentina Cano

The sands came every year, the sound of clashing swords and the sweet, orange smell of fire tangled in their Continue reading →