The More Loving One

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection…

Do not swallow a match looking for warmth

A girl swallows a matchstick, stifles the slow burn in the hollow of her throat. She wants a home, she says, smoke curling from her tongue. Come to my place, the boy offers, kicking aside piles of ashes. She follows him into the flames —hair singed, eyes sealed shut. Painting her eyelids with cinders, she…

Loose Woman by Sandra Cisneros

They say I’m a beast. And feast on it. When all along I thought that’s what a woman was. They say I’m a bitch. Or witch. I’ve claimed the same and never winced. They say I’m a macha, hell on wheels, viva-la-vulva, fire and brimstone, man-hating, devastating, boogey-woman lesbian. Not necessarily, but I like the…

The Circle Poem

9 by Emily Toder A circle was dangling over me it was full of matter I began to smack it it began to sprinkle I got the matter all over me it was like a birdfeeder it was like the time in the cake I did not know what it was suspended from I am…