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KHÔRA's Winter 2025 Special Edition

You who have been born—listen, for I will give you a moon to sing into the darkest places where rock meets bone and spirit moves slow...

Jan 28 •

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Issue 40: Yes, I talk shit. by nawa angel a.h.

I was born with blood in the rice / I walked up the rice terraces one thousand times / I fed one million people with my thighs...

Jan 14 •

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nawa angel (a.h)

Issue 40: everyday awe | by Mayur Chauhan + Winter Call for Submissions

My paternal grandmother, I called her Amma ji, had a tattoo on her right forearm, of her name, in Devanagari script: कौशल्या (Kaushalya.) I often joked…

Jan 9 •

Issue 40: Our Lady of the Thaw | by Marina Gross-Hoy

“Is it time to talk about stopping?” She is watching you quietly, waiting for your answer. Her question is a betrayal. She is supposed to be midwifing…

Jan 8 •

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Marina Gross-Hoy

Issue 40: Force of Nature by Michael Nagle | Artwork by Kirk Read

When I hear someone talk about “the silver linings of cancer,” I am so immediately turned off by the framing that it’s made me wonder if I’m just…

Jan 7 •

Issue 40: Momma's Love Itch | by Featured Writer Elizabeth Woody

My first mothers did not have wombs. I have two original ancient mothers in this glittering world. They imparted wisdom to us when we were not yet real…

Jan 2 •

December 2024

Issue 40 is here + KHÔRA's Winter 2025 Special Edition — Call for Submissions

Send us something that excites you.

Dec 19, 2024 •

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Issue 39: How to Eat a Spider | by Featured Writer Rebecca Evans

"'Just swallow quick and you won’t feel it squirm,' Abby says. I wipe my palms on my jeans. No way. There is no way. Abby holds the spider by one leg…

Dec 11, 2024 •

Issue 39: Sensuality of the Freeze | by Marina Gross-Hoy

"What does a flower feel when it blossoms? Soft? Beautiful? After being a seed, then a sprout, how does it feel to unfurl? Nothing like the process that…

Dec 9, 2024 •

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Marina Gross-Hoy

Issue 39: This Litany is an Elegy for the Phoenix’s Friend | by nawa angel a.h.

"Slow down. my lover, my friends, my sibling, my neighboring lime tree says to me. They say it quickly, like a campfire catching too much wind."

Dec 5, 2024 •

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nawa angel (a.h)

November 2024

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