by Amanda McLeod Dead jellyfish float transparent in the void below my rib cage, invisible echoes of unforgotten pain. Ghostly tentacles, trailing translucent threads of agony against my lungs, my heart, drinking my oxygen, taking up space left for breathing, diaphanous, penetrating. I wrap myself in this cellophane, unseen suffocation, extra gloss doesn’t hide suffering but shows no cause. Amanda Read More
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Why Are You So Skinny?
by Lamar Neal I once thought my body was hideous, Filled with reminders why no one called me their own. At such a tender age, I lived envious Broken that puberty was my curse and others’ milestone. I couldn’t understand why God Didn’t give me a reason to hold my head high. The only time people were awed By my Read More
Homage to My Middle-Aged Black Body
by Christine Taylor Because most of the time I hate this body stiff hip flexors, cracking knees sore, cystic breasts rolls and stretch marks that appear in mirrored angles I marvel when on the sidewalk escorting at the women’s clinic I swell by how completely I love this body the brownness of it its animal-like awareness, its speed getting to Read More