poetry-magazineTrans/lucencyBy Sanam Sheriff These days, freedom means: no shame. What she calls your cock rises at its name, invisible as wind… Related Audio LoveDesire & PassionSocial CommentariesGender & SexualityThe Body
poetry-magazineThe Holy Sacrament of RepressionBy Katie Condon I am a child convinced I am a worm. This alarms people. I am given a rosary to guide me. Told I am… Related Audio Social CommentariesGender & SexualityThe Body
poetry-magazineThe Swan, No. 6 (Hilma af Klint)By Victoria Chang Two swans turn into four swans. As if each swan yearned for time but time just multiplied into other… Related Audio NatureThe BodyTime & BrevityRelationshipsFamily & AncestorsTypes/ModesProse Poem
poetry-magazineIn Antipolo, There Are No Statistics on SuicideBy Abner DormiendoTranslated By Ethan Chua I laughed when my friend told me ‘laslas’ backward is ‘salsal,’ cutting himself one way, touching himself… Related Audio LoveThe BodyThe MindRelationshipsTypes/ModesProse Poem
poetry-magazineSa Antipolo Walang Estadistika ng PagpapatiwakalBy Abner Dormiendo Tumawa ako nang sabihin ng kaibigan ko na ang kabaliktaran ng ‘laslas’ ay ‘salsal.’ Walang tumawa noong… Related Audio LoveThe BodyThe MindRelationshipsTypes/ModesProse Poem
poetry-magazineTrans/figurationBy Sanam Sheriff I have been made anew like the first hour of sun after days of rain. I have kissed the face of the … Related Audio LoveThe BodyTime & Brevity
poetry-magazineOnly Language Can Hold Us TogetherBy E. Ethelbert Milleronly language can hold us togetheri watch the womenbead their haireach bead a wordbraids becomingsentences…The BodyThe MindMemory & NostalgiaArts & SciencesLanguage & Linguistics
This Is How Our Bodies Are Made to ApologizeBy Mayda Alexandra del ValleI was the girl who worked behind the counter at the skate shop. Never stepped on a skateboard, but could…Social CommentariesGender & SexualityThe Body
poetry-magazinethere are no toothbrushes in heavenBy marion eames whiteTRUTHBE TOLD: I FUCKED UP Related Audio NatureAnimalsThe BodyTime & Brevity
poetry-magazineChipping SparrowBy Susan Howe Left the body Drowsd a little Done with soul – What to think Dusting up crown Garment mirror… Related Audio NatureAnimalsLivingThe Body
poetry-magazine“My heart and my flesh sing”By Sean SingerFirst, I took off my jacket,then my shirt, pants,shoes, underwear, thenmy skin, then my muscles,then… Related Audio The BodyThe Mind
poetry-magazineTransfigurationBy Michael DumanisThe person always isbefore the person was,coughing and breathingwith the one throat,smoking and laughing… Related Audio LivingThe BodyTime & BrevityRelationships
poetry-magazineThe Legend of the Flying WeaveBy Safiya Kamaria Kinshasashe continued to soar past the jerk barrels and carcasses of Sainsbury’s shopping bags, even the thickest… Related Audio Social CommentariesGender & SexualityRace & EthnicityThe Body
poetry-magazineThe Story of a StoneBy Liang PingTranslated By Wang PingNaked is a good wordThat must not be desecrated.The heart doesn’t hide dirt,So it can beat free till… Related Audio NatureLivingThe Body
poetry-magazineWe Believe in Our SoulBy XiwaTranslated By Wang PingWe believe in our soulMore so than our visible, touchable fleshWe believe in our soul, as if we had … Related Audio ReligionThe SpiritualThe BodyThe MindDoubt & Contemplation
poetry-magazine石头记By Liang Ping裸露是很美好的词,不能亵渎。只有心不藏污,才能至死不渝地坦荡。我喜欢石头,包括它的裂缝,那些不流血的伤口。石头无论在陆地还是海洋,无论被抬举还是被抛弃,都在用身体抵抗强加给它的表情,即使伤痕累累。我的… Related Audio NatureLivingThe Body
poetry-magazine我们如此确信自己的灵魂By Xiwa我们如此确信自己的灵魂比我们看得见,摸得着的肉体更为确信,仿佛我们真的见过她亲手抚摸过她,弯下身来为她洗过脚在夜间闻过她腋窝里的汗味在清晨听过她的哈欠声与唇语我们如此确信我们的灵魂确信她比我们的肉体更… Related Audio ReligionThe SpiritualThe BodyThe MindDoubt & Contemplation
poetry-magazineOperation 2020By Yvanna Vien TicaThe cafe buzzes with so many voices it plugs my ears with the artillery of human noise. Man Behind Me… Related Audio LivingThe Body
Aural HistoryBy Jim CoryTheir appeal allfeeling what the mouthalone manages amongtongue teeth & lung Breath moist & slowmeasured…The BodyRelationshipsLGBTQ+
poetry-magazine骨By Nakahara Chūyaホラホラ、これが僕の骨だ、 生きてゐた時の苦労にみちた あのけがらはしい肉を破つて、 しらじらと雨に洗はれ、 ヌツクと出た、骨の尖。 それは光沢もない、 ただいたづらにしらじらと、 雨を吸収する、 … Related Audio LivingThe BodyTime & Brevity