by Linda M. Crate you think onlywerewolvesknow metamorphosis?you think onlywerewolvesknow the moon?she is my kin,my mother,to be specific;the night is when i feelmost alive—you buried me duringthe day when i was still sleepinglike the coward you were,but i woke up;and i broke out of that coffinleaving earth and your name behind me—reclaimed both my voice and my power,learned my magic Read More
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Cocktails & Dreams, Baga, Goa
by Satya Dash quantum of pepper in a Bloody Mary so perfectequates tipsy to happy rolling down my throatin jeeps of pinwheel candy seducing stomachyou Sir be a fine mess belly blushing a baby’s pinkmy frame a door to seaweed pleasure to impermanenceland of bones heaped on sour cream a cathedral’s holyharmony of slow guzzling throat raised prostrateat gravity’s feet Read More