I was a gluttonous child. From their first tentative offerings of pap, my parents knew I wanted more. They could see it in the way I grabbed at the spoon and the bowl, the way my nostrils flared and I screeched when they were not ready with the next bite. They discarded The Common Sense Book of...
fog swirls in my water ~ glass ~ rain hashtags the window ~ heaven ~ was closer to earth ~ in ancient Greece ~ goddesses wore the same cloaks as us ~ strolling in marketplaces ~ pulling lightning from pockets ~ in the shape of windflowers ~ aster and iris as currency ~ to pay for pomegranate ~...
Kay Kassirer (they/them) is a white queer poet whose autobiographical work focuses on grief, disability, and sex work. Kay curated and edited A Whore’s Manifesto: An Anthology of Writing and Artwork by Sex Workers published by Thornapple Press. Their work can be found in Frontier, Foglifter, Button...
Reviewed by Anne Perdue Leila Marshy, My Thievery of the People (Baraka Books, 2025), 185 pp., $24.95. In Leila Marshy’s The Philistine, (LLP, 2018)—a novel that explores issues of hereditary and sexual identity—a Palestinian-Canadian woman travels to Egypt in search of her father and falls in love...
I used to go dancing at the Painted Lady I used to go dancing in the afternoon lazily drinking youth and afraid of nothing but afraid of nothing except missing cheap oysters When the beer I tasted really mattered and how I tasted the beer I tasted really mattered When it mattered that the appetizer...
Why we continued to celebrate the new year every 365 days when it took this planet almost double that to revolve around the sun, I never understood. I’d have preferred the planet’s natural rhythms, forcing us to mark time in a slower way. Maybe then I wouldn’t find myself at the end of each...
Orientation desk music have YOU read Proust? God. the invisible sex of it. Claire. the eagle-eyed spectator. My substance: Honey. tea tea then nothing. London roads narrow my sense of dying. you love this shit. Joe, like wheat. a shared renaissance! Fall. Née autumn. words. soft. pedal. on dental...
Reviewed by Namitha Rathinappillai Tawahum Bige, Stages of Tanning Words and Remembering Spells: Part 1: Scraping Lungs Like Hides (Nightwood Editions, 2025), 96 pp., $19,95. jaye simpson, a body more tolerable (Arsenal Pulp Press, 2025), 88 pp., $19.95. In two recently published collections, Two...
I tug you taut slide you slick you squeak up and down between my incisors and their neighbours tight fit forever loosened by pre-Invisalign shaving-down you choke my fingers your small green plastic case is too tiny for AirPods I swing your lid open unfurl you unwind you unspool you and at arm’s...
