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Dark Spaces

By | 2019-09-02T13:44:02-07:00 September 5th, 2019|Categories: Issue 94: 05 September 2019|Tags: , , , , , |

By Heather Mydosh For Indiana HEA 1337   Eve is a common punch line in the joke against women with her penchant for the forked tongue and listening to more than one authority figure, but if we peel it back a little further to rectilinear Pandora, bless her, created first among women by temperamental adolescent gods, [...]

Floating

By | 2019-09-02T13:44:59-07:00 September 5th, 2019|Categories: Issue 94: 05 September 2019|Tags: , , , , , |

By Penny Perry   Mother couldn’t have known what to do. She was only twenty-five, drove her big sister, Leona, six weeks pregnant to the doctor’s in L.A. Leona squinted at California bungalows, backyards with orange trees. She thought about her husband home worrying, her baby waiting for her. She told my mother about her screenplay, [...]

Permission to Procure Birth Control: U.S. Government Form BC-451

By | 2019-05-24T17:26:59-07:00 May 30th, 2019|Categories: Issue 87: 30 May 2019|Tags: , , , , |

By Tara Campbell   U.S. Government Form BC-451: Permission to Procure Birth Control In accordance with the Maternal Priority Act of 2020, any and all requests for contraception must be approved by the U.S. Department of Health and Fetal Services. To that end, please complete the following questionnaire: Name of Infernal Harlot (Last, First): _________________________________________ Citizenship [...]

Floating

By | 2017-02-23T21:44:49-08:00 December 8th, 2016|Categories: Issue 2: 8 Dec 2016|Tags: , , , , , , |

By Penny Perry   Mother couldn’t have known what to do. She was only twenty-five, drove her big sister, Leona, six weeks pregnant, to the doctor's in LA. Leona squinted at California bungalows, backyards with orange trees. She thought about her husband home worrying, her baby daughter waiting for her. She told my mother about her [...]

A Poem by Rae Rose

By | 2017-02-23T21:48:26-08:00 December 8th, 2016|Categories: Issue 2: 8 Dec 2016|Tags: , , , , |

The Other Day I Peed on a Stick and when I peed on the stick I knew my blood was like poison. When I turned 18, I had just started my medication, I peed on a stick, called a number from the phone book to see if I could afford an abortion without anyone knowing. It [...]