Festival’s End hey herb. judge told me it’s bad enough i stink so bad i shan’t be also running around with a bunch of light tube […]

When I Go I’d Like to be Burned and Spread Through the Fibers of My Shirts embed me in fabric that’s known my skin fornicated with […]

Crimson Flower Without a Moon Anatomy, you are good at abandonment Assembly of churning shadows Muddled hot bruise of flesh I believe in endings You excite […]

  Alana Saltz is a poet, writer, and disability rights activist. Her work has appeared in Words Dance, Rust+Moth, Anti-Heroin Chic, The East Jasmine Review, LadyLibertyLit, […]