Literature Patri Wright Poetry

Alter Ego

Patri Wright   All the years gone wrong, in a blindfold pin-in-the-map sort of place. No day trip or retreat, more like a sun-drenched fire escape. First an Italian ice cream parlour, let time circle a while, peer down pipe-smoke boulevards, let the seafronts blend into one another. The lives...

Allyson McOuat Creative Non-fiction Literature

They Call Me Boots

Allyson McOuat I am femme. I know this because my feet hurt. All the time. And I like it. I gain my strength from the power that emanates from my stiletto heels. If my bra is not both itching me and poking me in the heart with a loose sharp metal underwire, then I am not complete. If my panties do...

Literature Poetry Raven Davis

Love Poems

Raven Davis   Love (1) How can I set you free my love? a kind of free your scalp feels when you take out your braids each thick black strand of kinked hair dancing amongst wandering white birches   it seems like it’s taken you a lifetime to even begin to question why you have never been...

Evelyn Deshane Reviews

Poetry, Repent! A Review of Cat Fitzpatrick’s Glamourpuss

 Reviewed by Evelyn Deshane When I teach poetry to my first-year students, they often don’t know what to say. As a genre, poetry seems to be too old, too stiff and formal, or too cavalier and obscene—depending on what student I poll that day. The only other genre that seems as contentious is...