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Meghan Elizabeth Kelley is a poet from the Philadelphia, PA area. Her work has appeared in For Women Who Roar, The Inflectionist Review, and Toyon: Multilingual Literary Magazine, among other places. She has an MFA from Randolph College.

Meghan Elizabeth Kelley is a poet from the Philadelphia, PA area. Her work has appeared in For Women Who Roar, The Inflectionist Review, and Toyon: Multilingual Literary Magazine, among other places. She has an MFA from Randolph College.

“They are structures, often oppressive structures, that we cannot ignore. To treat them intersectionally is to consider how food is not separate from race, not separate from gender, not separate from ability, etc. and that where a person or community stands at these intersections means that they have radically different life chances and access to …

Access: Attachment. Maybe a ramp, maybe a wound that mends outward, with overgrowth of tissue that dangles like a tether. Always, the path back to where humans began. Accommodation: Innovation, to make new. 1. Fighting abled norms to a draw. For now. 2. Living inside the glass house of your body, no curtains, notes to …

Today I rest, brimming with purple.I press down on the tendernessa minor note tumbles out. The needle, earlier, like a mirrora window. I count the cloudson the band-aid. I countmy reflections in the mirror. In Tucson we drink absinthewhile Chris reads my tarot cards,something about another life,and leaving something behind. The bruise greens and I …

It’s nothing more than a quick glimmer on the asphalt, weak morning sun grazing dull metal. A minor miracle in the parking lot at Saint Ursula as an old man’s filmy gaze catches a wink of light. He stops, and for one more step, the woman next to him keeps walking. He sets a hand …

after Danez Smithon your doorstep, dolled up in new plaid pajamas (yes, the ones with the blue satin trim!) backpack in one hand, the other a fist unfurling with jelly cups or fruit candy.at the time, we only cared for the trappings of adulthood, so in between reruns of Inuyasha & monolid makeup tutorials on …

1 I had just closed the window curtains when Keith arrived. The end of the workweek brought a relentless spell of exhaustion and with it the unwillingness to cook. I had a container in the microwave of leftovers from the night before.  He followed me to the kitchen, and I felt his eyes as I …

The linguistics professor calls him “Pingüino,” but you don’t know why. Maybe it’s how he wears black cargo pants splotched in white paint. How he saunters into class late each morning with a perfect smile across his wide face. Maybe it’s his slow way of talking, and his eyes that are always looking farther than …

I used to grit my teeth—out of habit. By the end of the day my jaw would hurt. At night I wore a mouthguard around the house same as the kids wear for ice hockey, to remind me not to clench and grind. My wife wondered if it had to do with repressed anger—grinding my …