by Jade Erickson I breathe my truth into existence, Though every breath feels like betrayal. A pattern I have created and despised, While quietly longing to watch it unfold. Instability carries me like a vessel at sea, Rising and falling with the restless tides, As if I were born to
by Grace Grocholski “Bar go up” is how my trainer, Jon, jokingly describes the mechanics of a deadlift. And yes, on the surface, powerlifting is a simple, unglamorous sport. A sport that as a self-described runner, I hadn’t given any consideration. A year ago, I was a creature of
by Bobbie Lee Lovell I always found the best places — contorted inside a mildewy box, or stiff as the King’s Guard in a coat closet, inhaling perfume and stale smoke. I’d shrink into my own head and stay monk-silent as It came nosing around, until, lonely and bored,
by Isabel Dorn Every sound is a serpent when all fruit is forbidden so hungry women exist in a most intimate hell. They said hands are dangerous things for a girl to have because they reach into possibility and claim what she desires. All ladies are taught to hide their
by Lauren Sweetman Lipstick and Mascara leave smudges and smears. false advertising. How could I be my Mother’s daughter? Just like the Suit, the Dress never fit right anyway. Lauren Sweetman is a hobby writer, reviewer, and patron of local coffee shops.