Category: 071

Miriam Calleja – ‘Pomegranate Heart’

Pomegranate Heart She counts the seeds Of my pomegranate heart The same, always the same No matter how many times she counts. Her fingers are stained And though she may wash and scrub There I will be In her skin, lodged in places Where she cannot wash me out   Read More

Isabelle Kenyon – “The Periodic Table”

The older sister- I reared my brother to normalize the words: ‘I am bleeding from my uterus (He’ll thank me one day) So I’ll continue to complain because every time I bleed I am reminded of my potential And how that scares men with small minds. Read More