Happy 2nd Birthday, Honey Literary. Opening the issue is a Birthday Triple Sonnet by Editor in Chief Dorothy Chan.

The legendary Vi Khi Nao’s “Patriarchy” leads us into our 4th issue. What does feminism in the year 2040 mean?

“you recount this childhood memory. you write a poem about it.” Welcome to “DO YOU HIT HIM?: a multiverse” by Monica Kim.

“Our pleasure just that uncontainable. We roost inside reels of film” — a love poem set.

“I’d built an Altar to Black kink because I was leading a workshop on introducing self-identified Black women to kink, so I dragged out practically every toy…”

“We all made a point of forgetting the period while eating. Just hours ago, I had screamed as if strangled, and my grandmother had found me with my summer dress hiked up and underwear around my knees.”

The Sapphic Enchantress Tarot Deck was made with the intention of creating a card system that could resonate with an audience especially consisting of people of marginalised genders and sexual orientations.

“it is of interest to me / that morrocan-wool races knits against conspicuous colors / fabrics are of interest to me / concerned citizens”

“My love it’s raining— / This song inside me, a seed, and you” — Oh goodness, Rajiv Mohabir

For John who’s probably somewhere smoking an American Spirit.

No one does a caesura quite like Monica Rico.

Two tattoo poems by the legend himself, Jose Hernandez Diaz.

“It’s a coincidence you were born
a sea goat, head of horns, fishtail” — Leena Soman Navani, thank you for this majesty.

on my 33rd birthday — a gorgeous poem by the wonderful Derrick Austin

LA LA LA LA . . .
LA LA LA LA . . .
[Shay X. Gee’s use of brackets is *chef’s kiss*]

The brilliant Elsa Valmidiano raves Trinidad Escobar’s Queer erotic comics!

“a hymn out of a boi/a dress/a frozen tongue” — it’s time for a Triple Sonnet

“The tradition of my cosmic body; an outer star at the peak of my brow” — Shakeema Smalls gives us the infinite volta.

“the salt sprinkled delicately across” — it’s time for sensory overload

“To help you, your friend
should never have to hurt.” — a beautiful poem on queer friendship.

“Is in correspondence with the representatives of BarkBox: Did Bowie enjoy the lamb jerky?”

Image: dream starts with rain, ends with flood, a gorgeous and gorgeously-shaped work.

“My head is swimming in J’adore, the office reeks of it. I wonder / who could ever adore / this expanse if it got any bigger.”

“In the bathroom, I stare at the puckered kiss of a conch shell and a square book. The book was given to my mom by a body positive hippie. For them, it was about girl power and pampering oneself. “

A groundbreaking collaboration between Vi Khi Nao and Jessica Alexander.

“Just for kicks some of your eyes may deceive you” — a stunning visual poem set.

“i was soft once.
i was wet in the sea of a womb, I swam
out into a much bigger ocean”

“Before I touch myself
I take a memory out of its drawer & color it blue —
the bend of you knee where I first touched you,”