what is writing?
so exposing
so revealing & confessional
an endless endeavor…
picking thoughts like flowers
prepping my bouquet
wondering is this all
—a poem really is…
Cleomé Morra (they/them) is a pseudonym for a photographer who wishes to remain anonymous. They’ve been making photographs since 1980.
Conversation flows with the rapid ease of three people who have known each other for a very, very long time, and are used to …
Jenny grows up watching her mother
create magic out of fabric,
a quilt to commemorate every wedding and birth
in their extended family and beyond…
How perfect we were/ at birth/ doted on/ Tabula rasa/ grazing on our soft newborn skulls/ Madami akong pangarap para sa’yo/ God forbid/ we learn to be/ own persons…
When I say love, I say maybe
& body & mind & smile.
I say hands & laugh & rounded mouths…
To merit a crisis, we stomach a foreign object,
tide our tongue with grace.
my ribs, lodged into a vessel.
the slow river of my vomit, kayaking…
Matthew Bullen (he/him) holds an MA in creative writing from Lancaster University (England) and is the founder and head editor of Red Ogre Review, an online journal of contemporary poetry and visual art. Matt has poetry published or forthcoming with Arsenic Lobster, glassworks, Harpy Hybrid Review, Rejection Letters, The Daily Drunk (SMOL Fair Zine), tiny frights, and Underwood, creative nonfiction with National Geographic and the Rocky Mountain Modern Language Association, and art photography with Punk Monk Magazine and Setu Magazine. He lives in Santa Monica, California.
Matthew Bullen (he/him) holds an MA in creative writing from Lancaster University (England) and is the founder and head editor of Red Ogre Review, an online journal of contemporary poetry and visual art. Matt has poetry published or forthcoming with Arsenic Lobster, glassworks, Harpy Hybrid Review, Rejection Letters, The Daily Drunk (SMOL Fair Zine), tiny frights, and Underwood, creative nonfiction with National Geographic and the Rocky Mountain Modern Language Association, and art photography with Punk Monk Magazine and Setu Magazine. He lives in Santa Monica, California.
I have questions,
questions in the only spoken language I speak,
and so the questions are themselves perversions,
distortions…
They divorced long ago. Because they never
taught me self-amputation, I cannot deny
parts of them: Freddie wouldn’t tolerate…
Let me die writing, Mother
When you come to take me home
May you find me flowing ink
May you find me impassioned…
The early morning clouds witness as I orchestrate my body into a cottage of flames
for what is proof of a man’s valor if he doesn’t know the taste of fire. I sit in the…
Edward Lee (he/him) is an artist and writer from Ireland. His paintings and photography have been exhibited widely, while his poetry, short stories, non-fiction have been published in magazines in Ireland, England and America, including The Stinging Fly, Skylight 47, Acumen and Smiths Knoll. He also makes musical noise under the names Ayahuasca Collective, Orson Carroll, Lego Figures Fighting, and Pale Blond Boy. His blog/website can be found at edwardmlee.wordpress.com
it was cold and my eyeliner ran into
ink stains at the top of the water. the trees
faded and my body crowned itself in algae…
My mother
is not my mother
because she is not
her own…
Mirror, mirror before my eyes,
What are all the lies
I have told myself?
I see you…
when boys who attempted at joy, turned dust on earth’s lips.
the rumbling as we know here isn’t starvation.
just the belly of a toddler thundering in quiet war…
I command this body to lose luster,
for me to be tainted with wrath.
punishment that I am— dismantling empathy in vows, to harbor a lesser pain…
Have you ever seen a bee
burst with orchard lust?
It’s funny how they wobble,
ass backwards away
from their sex food…
Cleomé Morra (they/them) is a pseudonym for a photographer who wishes to remain anonymous. They’ve been making photographs since 1980.
Scene: Autumn 1963. HELENA, age 12, dressed in school clothes, peels carrots at the kitchen sink. MOM, 34, stands next to HELENA washing lettuce. …
What cannot make up a body? It was
sophomore year and we were sculpting a replica of the
Acropolis for our history class…
Which face will you wear, today
and what will be exposed?
The present moment is heavy
with associations…
Here it is. Honestly, I didn’t give myself the time I should have between announcing and launching, but we did it. I’m going be …