2 Poems | Megan Rockett

Last Night I Dreamt We Were Made Of Stars

Your calloused hands
And consolation kisses
Are keeping me awake.

body aching to know touch again | Hana Shafi

body aching to know touch again
to know fluidity
i see my lover’s pain
as my body tenses
seizes up in the heat of the moment

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Featured Friday | Meet Tanaz Bhathena

Fem: One of the main critiques of feminism is that it’s no longer relevant in today’s modern…

Misdirected Emotions | V. Hughes

Aunt Fran makes a feast every time my sister Carla and I visit and always says the same thing to try and enlist our help in the kitchen.

“You want to know the best way to keep a man: cook him a good meal.”

Featured Friday | Meet Hannah Bonner

The Fem: In your essays, you talk about how young girls often understand their sexuality through a sexualized lens, best encapsulated by the good girl/slut dichotomy. Do you think the word slut should be reclaimed?

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THE DAY THE BIRDS FELL OUT OF THE SKY | Ambika Thompson

“It’s the beginning of the end,” the father said to his kids. The youngest, Annie, made tracks in her mashed potatoes with her fork, marvelling at the groups of parallel lines. “Can we go outside and witness God’s work?” asked her…

Rickets | Heather A. Warren

I’ve lined my throat with words I don’t know

In the clutch of stillness between
a dim sculpted bruise
and
ground
I shake

Feeling Myself | Anonymous

These were honest hands, almost-familiar fingers that affirmed the very fiber of my being. His touch was the electric jolt that reminded me how beautiful it was to be real. I existed here, alive in this body. I was being adorned with tenderness I never once afforded myself…

M A N I F E S T O for my homegirls | Caits Meissner

***Inspired by Kathleen Hanna’s Riot Grrrl Manifesto

BECAUSE we wear ripped & tight & pearl & door
knock & combat & hijab & Lancome & gym shoe &
potato sack & turban & we goddess good with
bed head & braces &…

Featured Friday | Meet Rebecca Chamaa

Fem: Describe your writing process.

Forbidden Before Marriage | Deborah Bacharach

If you are in the back of his car,
his hands on your ass, your hands
on his shoulders, the delicious curve
of his spine, the world bursting gardenias,
their scent in his sweat — is that sex?