A cold kind of mercy Leaving the knife on the table And chewing It was that siamese knot in my neck Or that animal breath in my ears Or...

Call me Ishmael, my professor read aloud and I looked over his shoulder, out the window at a young man who looked good enough to take to...

I never knew the fear of a face in full view until I met him show me an eye, nut-brown, lined with sparse lashes a nose, round- tipped...

Tomorrow is orange peels. the fibers are stuck under my...

when i was young i tasted a fire i didn't want his mouth sent gray, billowy smoke into my lungs and it's been hard to catch my breath...

i built a dam of stone to patch a leak in my brain, keeping hasty yearnings to myself, but cracks began forming as my vision blurred, he...

From Here, The Road A change is coming, I an uproar, I a whimper of willow breaking against the soft stagger of animal fur, I and, have...

Steak, rustic, the fleshy side I squeezed, spurred on by a virgin, stabilized by a verb. Flank me, copper, my hips pungent with meat...

This is not something I measure on a rubric. Your thoughts at 18 on your mom who took drugs and the boyfriend who came back. That night ...

I was taught that the word gay meant anything but love. I was taught to use it as an insult against those who outranked me, or those who...

Searching for something misplaced in youth: a little love, a pocket of hope, the day you will die. All of the times you chose beauty over...

Sometimes it was obvious— a cardinal in the snow. Other times it would wait like a hawk among bare branches. Not quite hidden, not as...

tremors from the street knock at the window’s glass seep in through some cracks in the walls and when I put my hand on the floor I feel...

You whisper mi chiquita loca in my untamed ear. Your voice wisps out fresh into the criss -cross of some Texan back road before us,...

Alexandra Ernst is the 4th place prize winner of the Spring 2021 Sad Girls Club Poetry Contest Amidst Barbies with ridiculous snarls, a...

I’ll shave my head purple We’ll see how it goes again Tomorrow I start over I see you in the darkness The breath of a child After the...

Olivia Pierce is the 4th place prize winner of the Spring 2021 Sad Girls Club Poetry Contest Of the boarding process and its reliably...

The boredom grew monstrous, made fun of my emptiness, looked me in the eye, "Who are you when you don’t work?" The endlessness, bringing...

D.I.E. McKinley is the 3rd place prize winner of the Spring 2021 Sad Girls Club Poetry Contest I see my mother in my mouth The way it...

The knife moves from heel To knee to thigh A slim AK47 A pencil with a blade Curved in circles and swirls Up my soft legs I drink in the...