2 Poems | Eran Eads

Through Crow Legs

You must have been wheat, weak man
with withered crow­-leg eyes I climbed
inside. You came through the other side,
my closed legs, thighs: pillars of salt
treacherous and tasty. Did you taste me
when I was rain. Where was your soul sir
when I dug in…

Featured Fem | Meet Darshana Suresh

Fem: Your work often revolves around love and heartbreak. How does poetry act as a means to…

Featured Fem | Meet Maddie Christie

Fem: Who was the poet who inspired you to start writing?

Featured Fem | Meet Nailah King

Fem: What is your favorite genre of literature and why?

Featured Fem | Meet Marz Corbeau

Fem: You’re a musician. Who has served as your primary source of musical inspiration?

Record of Masturbation | Emily Jalloul

With a banana (peeled).
With grapes.
With ice-cubes,
the tub faucet,
a broken TV remote,
and my parents’ OXO Squirting Dish Brush.
With toothbrushes,
electric and not
(Oral-B was the favorite).
While watching Cinderella
and eating Cheetos
on the couch
when I was…

2 Poems | Marina Carreira

Infe(a)rno

“The path to paradise begins in hell.” Dante

Canto I.

In the womb, I fear my mother’s voice.
Every sob and sigh like acid, swimming around
like blue veins in my sea of red. I am not planned.
Not…

Woman Rising | Doug McHargue

You can see swipes
the artist made getting mud
on canvas, skin for this woman
maybe like God stretched
clay and dust over a bunch of bones
to get his man.

Featured Fem | Meet Rosemary Donahue

Fem: Tell us a little bit about your magazine, Lumen.

La Bruja y La Frontera (El Paso, TX 1996) | Rios de la Luz

Trigger warning: The following short fiction contains triggers for sexual assault, and child abuse. Please practice self-care.