Italics from Grimm’s Complete Fairy Tales, The Brothers Grimm Lauren Geiser is an attorney and poet based in Los Angeles, California. She...

Wash your hands like the sinner you are and gather the citrus. Take good care as you cut through peel, pith, and flesh. Bathe in the holy...

Those little red ones you like, my husband said, pressing his forefinger to the joint in the middle of his thumb to form a small circle....

Carve me a mouth where no tongue dares venture— pale lines trembling in the marrow of dusk, call it desire: this map of smudged ink,...

He’s a bit of a bombast, that man of mine. His dark hair shines – as if oil is creeping out of his skull. It slickens his joints, jaw,...

Mother discovers curves, unlike the abstract curves she studied in topology, as she traces the trajectory of my spine, twisting beneath...

The lacour boys and the sinister signpost The first clue came from a woman in the paneled basement consider the last Jaws movie without...

Gray, the stone I tumbled from, playing chase as children do. A gash split, brimming with gravel and potting soil. Seeds nurtured by...

That’s me, tingling in the arches Of your feet as your toes curl. The Way your lashes flutter and your Cheeks flush. Does it feel bad? Do...

It’s good to be quick with sharp eyes. The six pointer slipped into the tall grass at the edge of the grove. When I unzipped my backpack...

Two stones can make light, can fit comfortably in our palms, become anchors of memory. You look like everyone and no one on a family...

Mal Virich is a queer, non-binary, autistic, and disabled poet who tends to ruminate on identity, trauma, and the profound impacts of...

[YOUR BODY enters the stage. YOUR BODY looks exactly as you expect. There is a tree growing from their back. It is Spring, or at least...

Naugahyde face-making with a swivel chair expert sacramental ashtray flicking smoking laws be damned no one has a story to tell but there...

Her story’s naked but her city is clothed. It wears fog like ermine—soft white, with spots that hide old truths but let her new sins...

Where comfort starts with a strap you decorate your arm with a spike and are complete, like an overflowing ditch. You’d love to think...

Two women lie together against the cold bed, hips and elbows sharp against winter- hardened foam. Hands marked by bedlice, clasping damp...

once i prayed  God, destroy everything that attempts to break us apart . i knew the way His people saw me, their eyes pleading for my...

I. The faded-mulberry lunchbox slumps on the counter. Soft-edged rectangle haphazard beside the sink. A smush and ick. The scent of old...

watched a pickle drop in the so-called pickle capital of the world one of many new years I rifle through the rolodex through the aughts...