Rabies | Claire Gordon

the cast iron pan
fed us til it didn’t (we are always hungry)
what you said:
 — i am rabies
 — mouth meets mouth
what i said:
 — can i take some of what you say and write it down

Read Between the Lines | Deborah Batterman

Anna thinks she’s smarter than I am. “You’re the one who gets all the A’s, sure, sure,” she says. We are sitting at a café in Greenwich Village, Anna’s feet resting (more like showing off her clunky new Doc Martens) on a chair she has pulled over from a…

Featured Friday | Meet Trish Hopkinson

Trish Hopkinson has two chapbooks Emissions and Pieced Into Treetops, and has been published…

2 Poems | Miranda Romano

On Waking Up Alone

Some mornings,
you will wake before the sun
and the sky will be an underwater blue
when there is light out at the edges of the world.
Your room is so cold
that you will wake with your hands and toes curled.

Opposites Detract | Cath Bore

In February, The Fem asked authors to submit unconventional love stories, essays, or poems. Please enjoy this unconventional love piece from Cath Bore:

Last winter was a long one, the only colour outside offered up by balding grass or an evergreen…