James Knapp

At the Apex of the Spiral

Ezeano Ifunanya

If grief was written in chapters

Ezeano Ifunanya

This man thinks he loves me

Merri Andrew

These Folds (Us)

Bobby Parrott

sometimes my brain is a monster

Steele

beeeeeeeeep

atlas st. cloud

INWARDS / INNARDS

Jerome Berglund

Frankincense

June Lin

Out Tonight

Ryan Aliapoulios

autostereogram

Karuna Vellino

CapiTal T

Isaac Pickell

When you have to remind me to do the dishes

Mason Cashman

Punch!

Leslie Cairns

A Song for the Girls Without Mothers

Chinwe Okonkwo

I desperately tried to hold onto whatever real parts were left of my immeasurably flawed

Angel Rosen

First Surgery

Angel Rosen

WOUND-WATCHER

Fatoumata Gandega

bodies of the dark sea

David Agyei-Yeboah

Paradise lost

Irina Tall Novikova

Sophia Papasouliotis

Two Person Show

BEE LB

i am a body of exhaustion

BEE LB

escape room, theme: life

At the apex of the spiral
I invited you to my family's
Thanksgiving dinner.
You asked if we could visit
your parents' graves.

James Knapp, At the Apex of the Spiral

There is a mighty broke tree in her heart
with six children cutting it down.

Ezeano Ifunanya, If grief was written in chapters

like his mouth to my breasts
He longs for me at night

Ezeano Ifunanya, This man thinks he loves me

the soothing and buffering of their approval,
the symmetry of expectation and expectation met.

Merri Andrew, These Folds (Us)

Meet my eye, the tender revolution
of fork-in-the-socket defibrillation,
this tie-tingler religious-libido device.

Bobby Parrott, sometimes my brain is a monster

venom
runs down me and pools up.
i stay like that balanced on
spent rage. i talk and i talk
and i talk.

Steele, beeeeeeeeep

what i'm saying is
i've been entering the onramp
from the right side only
& repeating things 3 times
& checking
& rechecking
& checking again

atlas st. cloud, INWARDS/INNARDS

one after the other
these unfortunate, mishapen
constructions fell to pieces,
came apart at the seams

Jerome Berglund, Frankincense

So he saw me at the bar. So he wanted me.
so I was something people could want and win.

June Lin, Out Tonight

new rooms circles people places
tricks of light from which I hid

Ryan Alipoulios, autostereogram

They wanT To Take
our arT form bodies
and sully us

Karuna Vellino, CapiTal T

I learned to be a man from a man
frozen in gender, and every year

my body forgets another way to be soft,

Isaac Pckell, When you have to remind me to do the dishes

What if this man

hadn’t:

       1. grabbed his wife by her forearm,
       2. yanked her back towards him,
       3. spat at my boots,

Mason Cashman, Punch!

The way mother always sounds
Like the space between songs,
Or Sometimes,
Like a beating.

Leslie Cairns, A Song for the Girls Without Mothers

 I am the worst; I am
corrupt, but also, I am nothing at all.

Chinwe Okonkwo, I desperately tried to hold onto whatever real parts were left of my immeasurably flawed

I can’t wait to be a real girl,
not my ovaries’ obedient marionette.
I will scream for my home.

Angel Rosen, First Surgery

I can see myself stirring open these wounds 
on the daily, nudging scabs off of them,
dampening them permanently—

Angel Rosen, WOUND-WATCHER

Our bodies body,
Accept my marginalized body
Look what you're ashamed to see,
Glows in front of the sea.

Fatoumata Gandega, bodies of the dark sea

Oh, that I could go back to yesterday
Oh, that I could be free again
I have known trauma
It has known me

David Agyei-Yeboah, Paradise lost

Pencil drawing of a crow woman face turned to the viewer, eyes wide and alarming, seen from wing-shoulders up. Below, in white brush script on black, reads: Irina Tall Novikova

Let me dance with you, just
Us and the TV. Bear the
weight of me -
I'm here, here I am.

Sophia Papasouliotis, Two Person Show

i spread the world endless within me.
i choke on the weight of my desire unnamed.

BEE LB, i am a body of exhaustion

i'm trying to escaper the knowing
but i keep falling further into myself

i''m trying to escape my body but it just keeps growing more.

BEE LB, escape room, theme: life