MAYDAY

Further Reading

LA SIRENA by Katie Atkinson

—after Julia Fernandez Sanchez’s painting her breasts are empty shells. (she has no children to feed—she eats her young before their lungs are formed, swallowing them in yellow slurping gulps.) her skin is brown, la sirena sienna. her hands are firm and sand-callused, and a tree of knowledge about the bodies of men sprouts from her head. […]

A RELATIONSHIP, FOR INSTANCE by Emily M. Green

No one you know, but let’s say a woman, pretty. Not beautiful. Her man, also not bad looking, though his age is starting to show. At one time, she remembered to pick him up a sandwich for lunch and he would start her bath when she was on her way home. But at the end, […]

Two Poems
by Tyler Raso

Watch Your Hellmouth you can come over and we can put our hellmouths together. i’ll light the candle that smells like virgins being burned alive, becoming virgin smoke, virgin light. i will brush my hellteeth before you arrive, because i still want you to think my hellbreath is baby blue like curiosity, my hellchest warming […]

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