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Presenting contributors across eight countries for our Howl at the Moon issue with accompanying artwork by The Young Lass

Love as the Centre of it All

I know the feeling of desperately longing for small moments of freedom all too well. Longing—for mobility, for liberty, for independence. And life has been kind enough to let me have a taste, even if it’s short-lived and even when it leaves my mouth sour.


she thought, now i am not a mother/not a wife, but force, annihilation/havoc and ruin

I Piss in a Bedpan

Doctors call me: I answer/If I love you: it’s straight to voice mail