07/11/2023
Bloody and covered with mud, we rise to greet you from the battlefield, smiling with gleeful rage. We spill these sticky grapes of wrath at your feet: our Stone Cold Bi***es issue, a compendium of your righteous anger, your burning-hot mixtapes, your villains turned to crumbling rocks. We have poems with women singing attics into flames, witches weaving rat spells, grandmothers teaching us to hunt, yoga instructors that urge our blood to boil. We evoke Sylvia Plath, Eavan Boland, Alanis Morissette. We have a poem that is Anne Boylen’s Instagram profile. We have rage diaries and testimonies, severed friendship necklaces, and a box full of misogyny. Lovers, friends, and roommates turn to stone beneath our gaze.
We have nonfiction from Heather Bartel and Candace M. Kelsey; fiction from Amy DeBellis, Meghan Lamb, and Brooke Segarra; poetry from Kristy Bowen, Jennifer Harrison, Sai Liuko, Oak Morse, Miriam Navarro Prieto, and Kait Quinn; a conversation about hand-drawn tarot cards and q***r repression between Alisa Alering and Mar Romasco-Moore; our featured artist, the multi-talented RA Jordan; a playlist of mad, bad songs that are dangerous to know; and, of course, your dreams as interpreted by Billy Bing.
We are delighted to share your wrath, your vengeance, and your annihilating beauty. We’re in love with your writhing locks and your fierce shades; we stan. Thank you for reading this, our Stone Cold Bi***es issue. We hope you enjoy this trashed hotel room.
