SOCIAL FABRIC AN EDITED VERSION OF THE WORLD NO BIRDS IN THE TREES NO PEOPLE NO WEEPING NO CLAWING BACK YOUR HAIR NO PLUNGING IN TO BLACK LAKES NO MAKING A SPORT OF YOURSELF NO SIGH IN THE NIGHT NO PHOTOGRAPH OF FUN NO SUNRAY SPLAYING OUT OF YOUR HEAD NO GRASS BETWEEN YOUR TOES … Continue reading Sophie Robinson
The Branch Won’t Survive Aspen catkins Shirley Temple curls are new, I guess, this delayed spring, dangling sere and old over water, and broken maple branches hang down, still red and budding. A petal slides back like the hatch of a spacecraft. Bunched inside are hairs, the control center, living quarters for the crew, a docking station. The ducks are back. Faded ruddies … Continue reading Three Poems by Molly Weigel
THE ROMANCE OF THE SIAMESE DREAM Overture In a world between reality and imagination, a woman creates a fiction to cover up her past and a man creates a character that will forever change his future. Will they become who they are meant to be? Only the romance of the dream will tell. Act One YUL BRYNNER … Continue reading A Play by Jai Arun Ravine
Continuous Installation Your body is a metal instrument ringing with an evil music. Your body, now metal, is being played; a music rings out from it. It echoes everywhere. You hear it nonstop. You are not the composer. But the song is named for you. It has your name. It is you. It is all you hear. It is all you can … Continue reading Poetry by Karen Weiser
SEARCHING FOR A FLAG Gay Mart is out of trans flags on back order since pride parade I ask the owner can you order more? his white hair replies call me in a month if you haven’t changed your mind by then THE PLURAL, THE BLURRING After Langston Hughes’ “Theme for English B” I am twenty … Continue reading Three Poems by H. Melt
subtext of women ornamentally mature a butter fly bursts in the eye’s image floats through as though there was a choice what signified the leather purse concealing /ed your deep intentions I record myself numbers whirl around pieces of cheese loaded with the greatest minds playing vid e o games I thought I was erased falling into remainders dumping one of my selves with hearts abundant it marches backwards synthetic … Continue reading Two Poems by Mary Kasimor
Seasonal Affect If I walk on the sunny side Now that I know I’m doing it Then I pump my arms And try to laugh off the cold edge of imitation I don’t regret the season of not going Slumping on the subway Sexy moves like that It didn’t mean that much To sit … Continue reading Two Poems by Rita Stein
from He Won’t Buy Me Bloomie’s * Otherworldly whimsy. Blushing toward a feeling of death. Clothes that look severely expensive. Luxury brands that aren’t really a luxury at all. If you buy the perfume today, you essentially get a goody bag with it. Buying clothes you don’t like. Running up the stairs to a job you hate. On … Continue reading Two Poems by Marisa Crawford
TRIGGER WARNING when i was 3, i could sing the batman theme. the family was impressed. uncle would request batman tapes from that guy mom knew across the way from grandfather’s place. i was told i had ‘speech issues.’ i would often misuse ‘a’s. warm became worm. harm became home. i’ve mostly figured words out, except with … Continue reading Four Poems by Jos Charles
Harry Mathews and I have corresponded for a number of years, and in the back of my mind I always keep a list of writers who I’d like to interview and Harry is up there at the top. I admire his writing and his ideas and inventions for writing. When I sent him my book of interviews, Looking Up Harryette Mullen (Belladonna), he wanted … Continue reading An Interview with Harry Mathews
An Erased Rauschenberg compositions exist, not unchanged valuable, well, real trash can’t find something as-if put I before the long city realize cuff-demarcations a little nothing, invitingly composed of age, handkerchief, and officious hopes one reality suggests climbing imagery but we is goat business like the five ego entities between the … Continue reading Poetry by Tim Keane
It Is, Indeed, Reminiscent of the Real Thing Higher in whole armor I come. And soon he’ll get his updo and soon my metallsucher will have his magnets. A benefice a bob a brig of ingrown pruned roses, the place a tiny statue with its tiny mewing mouths in Christana in a hangover in a state of skogar loneliness. I’ve consumed … Continue reading Two Poems by Jessica Comola
Conjures the raven— shaggy-throat! shit-eater! old ballyhoo! black our head- lights, bank our chevy hull our dog pens dovecotes milk crates where drowse our blue tick bobcat grouse, dove drown us in rain- bow oil plumage hinterland my bones stomping ground my ribcage stone’s throw my brains my skull for barbed wire nests … Continue reading Two Poems by Carolyn Hembree
EOAGH Books, 2016 Poetry / Queer Studies / LGBT Literature ISBN 978-1-4951-8615-8 $18 Winner, Lambda Literary Award in Bisexual Poetry Available at Small Press Distribution Or, order from EOAGH at Paypal: Purchase Options Purchase by Individual $18.00 USDBookstore Discount $10.80 USD Mouth to Mouth (a “lurid lyric machine”) overflows with wit and lusciousness. “Spangled/ massy/ primped/ saturated” and drunk with alliteration, these athletic … Continue reading MOUTH TO MOUTH, by Abigail Child
by Alan Sondheim Panel notes on plant and animal extinctions, revised: Notes for a panel talk at the Hastac Conference in Toronto, at the end of April; my proposal was as follows – “I’d like to do a full talk, dealing with What is to be Done, with issues of animal and plant extinctions, with degrees of hopelessness, with the mass Permian extinction, with images … Continue reading On Plant and Animal Extinctions
Never hear, never see About two weeks ago after a nearly sleepless night I drove an hour from working at a public school in the hills to an appointment in the city with a doctor specializing in treating periodontal problems. I stopped for a haircut with a barber in the city whose shop I picked out of the yellow pages, because I’d … Continue reading Poetry by Steve Benson
I wish I had a complete record On the corner of Wayne once a man and Wyneva once Louden was a lot once a building. A grassy lot in place of a brick building with brick porches on a brick road for firm footing. The building was named for a street named for no one. A name given without regard to the old world. The … Continue reading Poetry by Susan Landers
Meet Me at the Center of the Earth — after Nick Cave’s Soundsuits 1. bodies name the sound they make all this hullabaloo an outstretched arm festooned with ivy sequins 2. bride of tessera decor becomes body — history’s second- hand sweaters 3. tresses shake neon yellow orange red kin to the abominable fabulous … Continue reading Poetry by Candy Shue
Robin, Spring The robin, claws hidden in tall grass, hops forward and sings a solitary note, hops once more, stopping to sing two notes, which loop through the air, then tilts its head to eye the ground, flies off to a nearby tree. Thanksgiving Morning Red flowers on their stems in a glass vase of fresh water on a wooden table where a petal has … Continue reading Two Poems by Burt Kimmelman
Neighbor Dear neighbor, I want to say this correctly, you are a fine neighbor, listen to me say, fine neighbor, we are even pleasant with each other. Oh neighbor, fine neighbor, say it different, good neighbor, I presume. Sorry neighbor, I’ve dedicated myself to the above. Sorry neighbor, we are finally above ground. It is nice, this atmosphere. Sorry neighbor, I see you everywhere, … Continue reading Three Poems by Christine Kanownik