
VERSIFICATION

FEBRUARY
BODY
POSITIVITY
H.D.
WARNING:
DISTURBING WORDS
GRAPHIC CONTENT

maybe
Melissa Boles
no one will ever love you if you're too fat
too fat
too fat
what if
maybe I will love myself instead
FULL

Meagan Johanson
I hold my breasts in the mirror,
imagine the past. Pink nipples
like wanting mouths, skyward.
Skin unstretched by milk and time.
Downstairs, my children are noisy.
They laugh and play, want something to eat.
My mother had two scars for breasts.
I see them once, in her garden
of vegetables, fruits, anything she can preserve.
She lifts her shirt to wipe her brow,
two puckered seams beneath
like eyes waiting to open.
She leans down to the dirt,
stands up again.
In her arms, a bounty.

Elizabeth Bates
On a cold winter night,
my womb transitioned
from a grave to an empty tomb.
Yet somehow, this cemetery
transformed itself back into a home.
Roles My
Body Served
H.D.

When you fall asleep
Amy-Jean Muller
I spit in your mouth
a little
Then cover your slumber gently with a pillow where the soft cotton shields your eyes
and the draped fabric smothers your face
So I can
rush to touch vigorously the salacity of my skin.
That your skin
on mine
can't satisfy

Jaina Cipriano

gyno
Madi Giovina
do you cringe at the thought of
a speculum — at the thought of
spreading your legs for another man
who did nothing
to deserve you?
Sara Dobbie


Scar
Tissue
Elizabeth Fletcher
I’ve learned to
love this skin—how
it stitched itself together
stronger than before
though still haunted
by how close
this commemoration
of pain came
to dwelling in
more dangerous places—
by life’s razor-thin
margin of error.
AES
Stephanie Jacobs
BODY
David Centorbi
my eyes
are not
your mirror

Please Touch the Art
KDK
Brush strokes turn oil and skin to paint and sin
so that means all artists are close to coming
and that means all artwork frames up fucking
with the detail in my thighs, lines, stretched wide and a gloss that begs the brain to be touched, spread apart,
You should know my pussy is freaky fine art.

KDK


beauty enhanced
Melissa Boles
i tattoo my body for relief
and revelation
my body is my temple
and all the best temples
have stained glass windows
Melissa Boles
To the Made Up Girl Who Told Me Concealer Hides Freckles

Jaina Cipriano
Catherine Zickgraf
I own my cellulite from three babies
I brought into the world.
You wanted a woman, not a little girl.
And still I win against
college chicks with big tits,
the new pussy of a dead fish
gets you nothing in the end.
Jenny Wong
what she doesn’t see beneath this constellation
of bitter stars set in sour milk skin
is the river of words running red -
rusted shards against rising current
of homogenized cream

Thirty-Five
Jenny Wong
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AES
More

Elizabeth Hoyle
"There's just more of you to love, baby."
He says this like it's sweet though I've seen his sideways looks.
My body doesn't make me more or less anything.
He repeats that phrase with a hand sliding down the more of me to what he wants.
"There's always been enough of me to leave."
Elizabeth Hoyle

Patchwork
Makaila Aarin
layer by layer, i lift my skin, cleaving unbelonging pieces,
discarding damage i despise, leaving my body raw, alive.
needle between fingers, i begin the patchwork,
realizing i need a different sort of stitch.
Makaila Aarin

Rachel Brodsky

I apologize for the cuts I gifted you just
to calm the burning steam in my heart
but you're the one with skin.
Dear body,
Rahma O. Jimoh
Sara Dobbie

Pilot Episode
Abigail Swire
It’s got to be a secret the way my mouth floods, bewitched
by the easy way your hands clasp between your knees.
I wonder how the He Gu point in the web of your thumb would taste.
One hand reaches up to kick back your hair.
Isn’t that supposed to mean you “like” like me?
And I wonder if we would fit in each other’s routines
the same easy way you would fit inside of me.
Sara Dobbie

Disorder
E.G. Regan
i used to hollow myself out with hunger
puke until stomach acid had rotted my teeth
now i’ve gone from extra small to small to medium to large
but at least my teeth are in better shape
at least i’m still alive
H.D.

One Foot in Front of the Other is a Ritual, Too
Sidney Dritz
Sun-drunk on my own thighs is a lot like being mad
with power, glaring through my mask-covered teeth
at the vacation-home-town name plastered
across the out-of-state plates.
Hiromi Suzuki

It’s happening, you said
as though announcing the arrival
of drought or disease
when you saw my breasts
budding too early.
It must have been something I ate.
Blossom
Andrea Lynn Koohi
Sara Dobbie

"I have too much skin for you to love."
Tell that to the long-dead kings
beating their dicks to my Instagram pictures---
Fuck you.
I am the Renaissance.
Catch Me in
the Louvre
Magi Sumpter
Jaina Cipriano

UNTITLED
Colin Lubner
My mother told and tells me I do not eat enough.
I say I am: enough for me; I am eating even now,
digesting this moment, consuming again a morsel
of world. But she insists: she can see straight through
me, clear to the other side.

I misremember a Milan Kundera novel
Katie K.
Tereza takes me by the hand and tells me it's okay
to shit. That corporeality is good, actually -
not a sign of weakness. And I ask her how
she got my address
but she's thin as the air - the lightness unbearable.
Sara Dobbie

KDK
Pussy jungle hair
-don’t care. Obsessed much? Don’t share.
Prepare for hot rain
Down there. I hate it
Bare. Nature made perfect my
Pussy jungle hair.
Pussy Jungle Hair
KDK
A pile of skulls and bones, bodies you killed with words.
Drag them along for me to see, but I don't scare easy.
My bones, they are seekers with magic and your time is over.
So the next time, you tell my skinny ass to fuck off, think twice.
Maybe #allbodiesarebeautiful will wring itself around your chest until your ribs resemble mine, but don't worry love, I'll add them to your pile.

PILE
Adritanaya Tiwari

Kip Knott

Christine M. Estel
Rachel Brodsky
HAND-
PAINTED
The curvy, ivory canvas is now splatters of purple and gray, dipping and twisting.
It's a Jackson Pollock
Of guilty pleasures and teeter-tottered self-care,
anxiety and depression.
Of the two fruits it bore in the labor of love, making every stroke perfectly placed in the mess.
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Solo show
Sophie MacArthur
When I wank I think of myself
Dancing wet under stage lights
An audience of baffled exes
Not allowed to look away
Sara Dobbie

Baby Lavender
Heidi Miranda
This lavender blood boils inside me
And I love that.
I am vanilla bean coffee cream;
This is to say that nothing
Can stop me once I start to love me.
Sara Dobbie
Socialized Insecurities

Elizabeth Bluth

Body Hair Don't Care Anywhere and Everywhere
No matter how much feminist theory
I read, it’s there. I can even tell you
here, on this page, the ways
I have learned to find beauty in
all the flaws and crooked bits. But still,
in the quiet, secret shadows of my mind
haunts the remnants of the girl
society taught must hate herself.
Katharine Mussellam
Close your door on the peddlers selling shame
Hold your rebellion under your summer sleeves
Your leg hair free beneath your cut-off shorts
Softness that shatters their old mould of “woman”
And opiates against the airbrushed world
Alexis O'Brien
Katharine Mussellam
Jo Withers

Sara Dobbie
BACON
“Fat sow,” my sister pealed, oinking like she’d choke.
In death, my rump will turn to grave soap,
Glowing waxed and clean.
Her size six, cocaine bones flaked to maggot meal.

"I went through every form with you."
"Well certainly not EVERY form?"
"Yeah sure, but still a lot of them, just look at me, just look at you,
the way that I am holding
all your years and shapes,
no hands."
I ran my fingers over her, that mellow, time-worn surface. "How would you
like it if I did that thing –"
"I'm serious, you need to stop expanding and deflating me
and settle on some middle ground
already!"
"You know that's not my call to make."
I let her get on top of me; we reached into our skull.
Skin Back Talking
AES
Lara Bausten

soul-less
Grace Alice Evans
gone are the days / through which i wrecked the substance / the bone and cartilage becoming viscera / lining my soul-less body / enveloped in the cataclysm of oncoming nonexistence / i am now enduring / learning how to put myself back / atom by atom / to occupy spaces beyond the liminal.
H.D.
MEET THE AUTHORS
MAKAILA AARIN
Patchwork
Makaila Aarin works as an academic librarian in Mississippi where she lives with her three rescue dogs. She holds degrees in English, library science, and education. Currently, she is pursuing an MFA in creative writing. Her poetry has appeared in Prismatica Magazine, Stone of Madness, Glitch Words, Poetically Magazine, and other magazines. Her work is forthcoming in Dwelling Literary and Sinister Wisdom. Find her on Twitter: @makaila_aarin
ELIZABETH BATES
Roles My Body Served
Elizabeth Bates is a writer and teacher. She lives in Washington state in a home filled with boys: her husband, her son, and two Siberian Huskies. Bates wrote "Roles My Body Served” in memory of her miscarried child and for all women who have suffered through the trauma of pregnancy loss. She has recent or forthcoming pieces in Versification, The Daily Drunk, Seaborne Magazine, and elsewhere. She tweets about writing and life at @ElizabethKBates.
LARA BAUSTEN
Skin Back Talking
Lara Bausten (she/her) is a writer and grad student currently based in Berlin. She's interested in book studies, textual scholarship and so-called experimental fiction. Some of her texts have been published in Second Chance Lit or Literaturautomate. You can find her on Twitter: @PlayhouseZine
ELIZABETH BLUTH
Socialized Insecurities
Elizabeth Bluth is a writer of fiction, poetry, and plays. Her work has appeared or is upcoming in LIT Magazine, Emerge Literary Journal, Kissing Dynamite Poetry, and others. She has a BA in Theatre and Creative Writing and an MFA in Fiction from The New School. She currently lives in Los Angeles with her cat, Astaire. You can find her on Twitter @elizakbluth. www.elizabethbluth.com
MELISSA BOLES
maybe
beauty enhanced
Melissa Boles is a writer, storyteller, and impatient optimist from the Pacific Northwest who recently relocated to Tennessee. Her writing focuses on art, mental health, love, and the human connection. Melissa has been published in The Daily Drunk, Emerge Literary Journal, Stone of Madness Press, and at Fanfare and Sexology on Medium. Her forthcoming chapbook, We Love in Small Moments, will be published through ELJ Editions, Ltd. in May 2021. You can find her at MelissaBoles.com or at @melloftheball.
SIDNEY DRITZ
One Foot in Front of the Other is a Ritual, Too
Sidney Dritz is currently reevaluating what to do with the rest of her life. She finished her three-college tour of America at the University of Southern Maine, and her poetry has appeared in Measure for Measure: An Anthology of Poetic Meters, The Daily Drunk, and some other places. Follow her work as it develops on twitter at @sidneydritz.
MADI GIOVINA
gyno
Madi Giovina writes poems and stories. she has work in/forthcoming in fresh.ink, Polemical Zine, Feels Zine, Second Chance Lit and more. Madi is a co-editor for Backslash Lit and the founder of Perennial Press. Madi lives in Philadelphia with her feisty cat, Shrimp. She has no known allergies.
ELIZABETH HOYLE
More
Elizabeth Hoyle is from and lives in southern West Virginia. Her fiction has been featured in The Daily Drunk, Blind Corner Literary Magazine, 365 Tomorrows, and other print and online publications. Her poetry has been featured in The Daily Drunk, What Rough Beast, and Boned: A collection of skeletal writings. She's currently pursuing her master's in library science and can usually be found spending what spare time she has under a tree with a book and notebook. Follow her on Twitter @ERHoyle.
RAHMA O. JIMOH
Dear Body
Rahma O. Jimoh is a punk from Lagos, Nigeria. She is a writer and nature photog. She loves to write on humanity, identity and politics. She's a lover of nature, photography and tourism. She has been published or forthcoming in Feral, Serotonin, The Hellebore and other literary journals. She was a joint winner, PIN 10-day poetry challenge, 2019, Second runner up in the Poesy writers contest 2019 and recently shortlisted as top ten in the Hysteria Writing Contest, 2020. She is a 2020 Pushcart Prize Nominee. She is the Poetry Editor for The Quills and a Contributor at Best Of Africa. When her mind is calm and she's not thinking of transforming the voices on her head to words, then she should be seen baking, travelling or talking to flowers. FB @Rahma O. Jimoh, TW/IG @dynamicrahma
SOPHIE MACARTHUR
Solo Show
Sophie MacArthur is a northern poet and performer from the Uk. She has performed her own work at theatres across London and is currently locked down by the coast writing to entertain herself...which doesn’t always work. For other poems about wanking or hope or chips it’s Twitter: @macarthursb and Insta: @_sbwrites
HEIDI MIRANDA
baby lavender
Heidi Miranda is a Mexican poet working towards a B.A. in English. She has published poems in both online and in-print journals and hopes to publish her first chapbook soon. She is active on Instagram (@weepingblueberry) where she can be found posting landscape photography and quoting from her favorite poets.
KATHARINE MUSSELLAM
Body Hair Don't Care Anywhere and Everywhere
Katharine Mussellam is a writer and cinephile from Markham, Ontario, Canada. She thinks conventional beauty standards are a bore. Some of her previous work has appeared in The Mitre and other corners of the Internet. Chat with her on Twitter: @KVMwrites.
E.G. REGAN
disorder
E.G. Regan is a writer from Toronto, ON and is currently studying Creative Writing and Publishing at Sheridan. She loves true crime, fantasy novels, and stomping on ant hills. Her work has appeared in Savant Garde and The Bangor Literary Journal. You can find her on twitter @eg_regan.
MAGI SUMPTER
Catch Me in the Louvre
Magi Sumpter is a part-time paralegal, part-time college burnout. She won a schoolwide poetry contest in fourth grade with a limerick detailing mermaid cannibalism and has since been referred for counseling. She is currently finishing her BA in Political Science, all the while attempting to immortalize her existence on this earth.
JO WITHERS
Bacon
Jo Withers writes short fiction and poetry. Recent work features in Molotov Cocktail Flash Monster, Milk Candy Review, XRAY and Best Microfictions 2020. Originally from England, Jo now lives in South Australia. Over the years, Jo has lived in some of the murder capitals of the world but she promises this is just a co-incidence.
JENNY WONG
To the Made Up Girl Who Told Me Concealer Hides Freckles
Jenny Wong is a writer, traveler, and occasional business analyst. She resides in the foothills of Alberta, Canada and tweets @jenwithwords. Lately, her poems have been more about indoor things, but she still dreams about wandering Singapore hawker centres, Portuguese sidewalks, and Parisian cemeteries. Recent publications include Atlas & Alice, Whale Road Review, Lost Balloon, Ellipsis Zine and perhappened mag.
CATHERINE ZICKGRAF
Thirty-Five
Two lifetimes ago, Catherine performed her poetry in Madrid. Now her main jobs are to write and hang out with her family. Watch/read more at www.caththegreat.blogspot.com
MEET THE ARTISTS
JAINA CIPRIANO
Jaina Cipriano is a Boston based artist working with photography, film and installation. Her work explores the emotional toll of religious and romantic entrapment through immersive sets and emotional performances that mirror the subconscious. A new member of the New England Sculptors Association board, Jaina is big on expanding and connecting the art world in Boston. Jaina’s work was recently published in GRLSQUASH, Gastronomica and The Boston Herald. In October 2020 she debuted her first short film, "You Don't Have to Take Orders from The Moon," a magical realism story about darkness inside and outside us. She is working on her next film, “Trauma Bond” set to film early 2021.
HIROMI SUZUKI
Suzuki, Hiromi is a poet, fiction writer, and artist living in Tokyo, Japan. She is the author of Ms. cried - 77 poems by hiromi suzuki (Kisaragi Publishing, 2013), logbook (Hesterglock Press, 2018), INVISIBLE SCENERY (Low Frequency Press, 2018), Andante (AngelHousePress, 2019), Found Words from Olivetti (Simulacrum Press, 2020). Her works have been published internationally in poetry journals, literary journals and anthologies.
https://hiromisuzukimicrojournal.tumblr.com/ Twitter : @HRMsuzuki
STEPHANIE JACOBS
"I was in a car accident in high school. The car flipped end over end, and I was thrown through a hatchback and landed in a barbed-wire fence. I had 500 stitches on my face alone, as well as other scars and injuries."
Stephanie is a Kansas girl turned LA lady. She is a psychologist who spends her days listening, and is venturing out to be seen. She has a penchant for witty comebacks and stained shirts. Find her words and photos in Versification, Moxy Magazine, and Crêpe and Penn.
RACHEL BRODSKY
Rachel Brodsky is a Midwestern artist and hairstylist with a Neuroscience degree, who primarily enjoys creating realistic and surrealistic adult art. More of her work can be found on her website, rbrodskyart.com, and IG: @riotjuice_
ALEXIS O'BRIEN
Alexis O’Brien is a poet and film photographer based in New York, making work as evidence of how we’re here, alive and dying. She can be found at alexisobrien.com