A Midsummer's Horror Memory that tiny house which once held grandma’s wonderful smells is no more it only returns from time to time in...

Daughters She douses them in admiration, throws a careless match in their direction. Look at them. Are they not beautiful! She’s in her...

Allaying Throes You and I, All the fallacies of young love Cliched excuses So many “firsts” Ponderings of existential dread “Why can’t...

False Memories My ten-year-old sister was nearby that day, though I don't know what she saw or heard; I was six. Saying he wanted to show...

Without a Single Touch The sudden chill returns to my bones It’s a faint sting that seeps through my core I don a sweater hoping to dull...

They want us to be quiet Originally published in Witches Mag Sinister gentlemen sway, past boundary. Stale ale whispers of sweetheart....

159 Grandpa’s fingers investigated with precise measurements one thousand, one hundred fifty-nine times around the clamshell opening of...

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1st Shake me Kiss me Make me Give in Ignore my innocence Appeal to my curiosity Leave me to my uncertainty In a few weeks I’ll worry...

I’m Not Ready Yet I love him I want him he’s sexy so sweet We’ve gone once already we’re back in the sheets I’m not ready yet I’m not...

What should I say to you, lily of the valley, jumper of horses, holder of turtles who still swim in our ruined tower? What more can I...

Tracie T. Nichols Before the hands in the night. Before the forced exposures. Before my morning school bus rides, hobbled by hidden pain.

Tracy Grinstead-Everly Vanilla is the scent of rape. I have tried many times to make it NOT that, to make it the scent of nurseries and...

Tracie T. Nichols I am flesh annealed. Strong but jagged. Malleable but shatterproof. Tempered young— exposure by relentless exposure....

Wendy Jensen They are still here. An unspoken presence first fully realized within the air and ground of the forest. Inseparable from...

slm The shedding of anything isn’t easy. Letting go of all that has been built up Over time, Under pressure, Through something As simple...