Under the Thumb of Patriarchy
A visual poem by Jill McCabe Johnson
Poetry
the reason my insides are so swollen
CW: talk of muscles and bones, dysphoria
(safe house)
CW: fire/smoke, death, religious trauma
Chequered
Late again, amid a forgotten torrent of bleach
Greed is Some Nutters Interpretation of Modernism
Everyone knows the heart pumps blood in
Jazz Standard
“i’m old fashioned”
Nihilism for the Middle-Aged
Because what does it mean anyway