Poetry// Blue Screens.
By Daphne Le Bay
As the road stretches and hedges of weed tear the sky green,
he runs to the street. He runs to relieve another breath of steam.
His resilience is braking, his illness is taking
a little too much space in that battling brain.
Poetry// Chin Up.
By Barnali Rayshukla
She dances on a quicksand
of thoughts, eases into that
hourglass paused in time
Poetry// La gente por el medio ambiente.
By Maya Hernandez
Decades of repression Chileans faced.
Movements quelled and opposition erased,
Las voces suppressed with hostility,
All in the name of stability.
Poetry/ White-noise.
By Barnali Ray Shukla
Moonshine shimmies on a high-tide
a foghorn finds a voice, that wraps
the night around that lighthouse
TW: Disordered Eating// The Night Before.
By Brittany Cerny
When I first started walking, I’m sure I wobbled and wiggled and fell a thousand or so times. I have no doubt that I wailed and wallowed and that I wanted my mother to hold me tight; but I eventually got back up and kept on going.
I’m sure this is going to be just like that.
Free Prose// Dear Sia, and anyone working in film and TV, please show real disability representation.
By Sophia Kleanthous
Recently it’s come to my attention
That a lot of people are getting confused about good representation
Why showing disability accurately is so important
Educating the public and encouraging that reinforcement
Poetry// Goodnight.
By Daphné Le Bay
She longs for a drink,
that consuming cloudy crave.
Insides burnt, eyes in a purple maze.
Labyrinth of the mind put at ease,
blurred corners such a tease.
TW: Self Harm// I Wonder What My Life Would Be.
By Nicole Poirier
I wonder what my life would be
If I didn’t have anxiety
Would an OK, okay, and ok. all sound the same
Would all these thoughts quit racking my brain
Would the punctuation of a period lose its passive aggressive power
Poetry// Salt and Past.
By Daphne Le Bay
Silence crystalized in a hollow sphere of salt,
Misty white breath lingers as it clusters my thoughts,
The far past entangled in estranged future knots
The taste of raw metal stains me like bullet shots.
Free Prose//Through the Eyes of a Black Girl.
By Sibongu Sithole
Womxn.
A young feminist.
A young womxn who believes in both equity and the equality we deserve. I am made to believe that I am worthy, not made to feel inferior, I don't have to remind people how to treat me. I am also made to believe that I want to be a man by being a feminist or that I actually hate men. I am treated differently than a young man. I should sit differently, walk differently, basically my every move is questioned.
Poetry// Fear.
By Lana Scibona
I️ have never been alone in the pits of night When they switch off the lights of the empire
In the unholy hour of the brooder and the drunk.
We have learned the temptation
Of a madonna’s form
Too young like sermons
At church about brimstoneTingling up our spines.
Poetry// Life.
By Dara P
Life is a case of complexities
It is all and nothing
It will break your heart
and then warm it
All whilst rejuvenating to repeat the cycle once more
Poetry// Untitled.
By Khari ‘She Flowered’
in light of the rising divine feminine energy that ripples through us.
//
letting go to surrender
letting go to remember
who i once were.
who is she?
who are you?
who am eye?
who are we?
Poetry// What makes a womxn?
By Brianna Dèsir
2 parts sugar
3 parts spice
Pour it all together, and you’ll have…
The Powerpuff Girls
As if womxnhood was as simple as a recipe to entice.
Do you think it would actually be something so frilly and nice?
Poetry// What defines a womxn?
By Hannah Costley
What defines a woman?
Is it sex, vagina or womb?
Is it cooking and cleaning?
Or perhaps ‘keeping the home’?
Poetry// You Can’t Travel Alone.
By Karina Enrile
Spices and smiles,
Deep blues,
Rich reds,
Mosquito bites that fill my legs,
You’re being reckless, they said.
Poetry// A Woman’s Nature.
By Sumaiya Ahmed
the women in my family
are all peaches and cream,
shades of ivory and gold,
glistening like a bronzed dream;
Poetry// Ableism and Me.
By Sophia Kleanthous
Since becoming disabled I’ve wanted to speak out for my community.
To show the world that we are not who you perceive us to be.
We are writers, we are lawyers, we are doctors, we are our own supporters
We are not what society has taught us.
Poetry// To Be a Woman.
By Lauren Calver
To be a woman is
To be strong
To be resilient
To be empowered
To be bitchy
To be judged
Poetry// Somewhere, Nowhere, Everywhere.
By Daphne Le Bay
Sitting on the couch, picking your brain,
Maybe had a black-out, standing in the rain,
Somewhere in between we were in a café.
I think you said goodbye somewhat in a haste.
Did you leave on Wednesday or was it another day?
Was it yesterday? Or was I running late?
You kissed me on the cheek and took another peak,
Out the window, to the girl standing in the street.