Friday, November 30, 2012


such profound pronouncements on personal
disfigurement, I wonder if once
you were pretty, perhaps, prepubescent, a child
angry at adults who adored the doll
with all the bumps and scars on the inside.

did friendly hands, friendly eyes, friendly voices
chuck you beneath your chubby chin
look into innocent eyes and lovingly only
see a happy, beautiful  baby?

struggling to stifle the screams, the dreams,
labored breath clinging to damp, dying lungs,
I wonder, when you were young, with this limp,
these twisted bones, did loving voices coax you along
give you hope?

--Holly Day

Thursday, November 29, 2012

on (somewhat) consensual sex

although affluent and
before permitting entry
she was left quite
after he
broke in.

it was a sordid
of checkmate.

--Jocelyn Crawley

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Both our houses are damn fine places

You’re dark and pretty
and I’m too blonde.
You’re petite and
             probably a
   little shy.
              And I’m gaudy and
                               rough enough not to
You’re no-doubtedly elegant and
                                but I have sturdier wheels.
Even your man would probably
                                           drive us
He might kiss you more.
He might beat on me a little harder.
--Misty Rampart

Wednesday, November 7, 2012


ziggy knows
the lack be-hind
my starless eyes
the zombie addiction
& flinch
checkmates me
in bad super-
i am meat or
my own mother
would have said
returned me
to produce
saved her hop-
for a second
in a back

--Kyle Hemmings

Monday, November 5, 2012


i so badly want to stick my fingers up my vag
i mean it. i would trade anything in the world
my new suit, my freshly blown hair and this
whole set-up of murphy's law -
my nice house and this air of culture i have to
put up around other women with the same
coifed mane. i just want to dig around the old bush
and scratch the itch with my index if not for the bloody fact that
i just did my nails today. manicure. red as rubies
gleaming evilly at me under the light whilst
someone passes me a glass of red wine in which
i am dying to break the stem with, upon his pompous head.
i would go to jail right now just for that
just for the chance to feel up my blubbery lovely labia.

--Euginia Tan

Friday, November 2, 2012

Holy Interview Batman!

Want some dirty little secrets on what makes us tick? (And purr? And hiss?)

Check out our smashing six-question interview conducted by Jim Harrington!

Yours in love and darkness,

Ms. Taylor Adams and Ms. Jennifer Patterson