A Qaemot is a sort of prayer for a Jewish exorcism. This is part of a new series on “exorcism poems” for Rosebud Ben-Oni.

… see my fury reflected in his fear soaked irises as he realizes he is not the predator here.

Only women appear in the Heritage Poem™,

and the mother is the most important.

The thing I want to see // in a dream // is me // singing I am something new // I am something new // I am something new.

there are different ways to say my name: scar tissue starling, custard apple blemished in summer heat.

We proudly present a gorgeous set of haiku comics.

I didn’t know anyone else could see me / The waters so cloudy and my sinking so deep.

“I wasn’t sure whether to begin those happy sad stories with ‘I’ or ‘She’ or ‘He’ or ‘We’ or ‘One time’ or ‘Don’t tell nobody’ or….” -Kiese Laymon, Heavy

Tomorrow, / I promise I will unbury my fingers / from yesterday’s losses.

In the 2021 article, Diana Trujillo helps design the rover’s robotic / arm; Diana Trujillo wonders if we are alone

So Jurassking about reconstruction?

Editor in Chief Dorothy Chan interviews Sneha Subramanian Kanta on her new chapbook, GHOST TRACKS.

Papercutting extraordinaire, MicKenzie Fasteland presents “Two Sapphic Queens” this Valentine’s Day.

The mosquitoes have started unshelling…

I am steeping tea. Jasmine Green Tea. / Fuck tea.

She knows that to choose is divine

a primitive hunger that cannot be / satiated with small brown bits of kibble

Stunning abstract pointilist painting by Tiamet “Ti” Webb, with several close-ups.

honeyed skin // pressed tight / slick

I have never felt more like a tourist / as when taxied in the streets of my birthplace

Scoop the mixture of split peas, water, your aunt’s eyelashes into your hands.

I looked up information on cardinals, and when I found out that cardinals didn’t migrate, that you could have generations of the same cardinal family in your yard…

This recipe is adapted from a common cookie recipe available online. It has no set ingredients.

I could say I wasn’t like this, / that love isn’t so pavlovian

tonguing my anger, briefly animal

I am told, where I now stand, serpent is God of water and before time…