Guest Artist: Poet Meggie Royer

    Ode to Ovaries According to biology women are born with all the eggs//they’ll ever have// so some girl collects robin shells//and finches and blue jays// drains the slippery bodies inside like oysters//til all that’s left//is hollow// til their dead pulses//turn this into a poem//and she waits// and waits and waits//lining them up on…

Exiting Teenage Purgatory

My teenage experience was coated in pink, period blood, and purity; I applied strawberry Lip Smackers between dramatic sighs and lived for the thrill of sneaking out to meet my crush. I’ve evolved immensely from ages thirteen to nineteen, but have maintained my adoration for Courtney Love, rose lipstick, and scribbling my inner dialogue in…