Two Poems by Natasha Dennerstein
“You blur, dematerialize as I approach. I stand behind you, close enough to sniff your perfume…” Continue reading Two Poems by Natasha Dennerstein
Category: Poetry
Three Poems by Timothy Liu
“It’s / safe and fun to watch / someone jerk off / more than six feet / away.” Continue reading Three Poems by Timothy Liu
Two Poems by Wanda Phipps
“but so many places are gone now: / sunshine deli, gargoyle mechanique, / the gas station, the telephone bar, / kiev diner, st. mark’s books”
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Lydia Cortés
“There is a thing / Lingering that / I can’t put a finger on / But it has put a finger / On me maybe more / Than one for I feel / The heaviness of / the hand is heavy” Continue reading Lydia Cortés
Three Poems by M Robin Cook
“I am / neither the source of all your ills, / nor a metaphor for something / sans else. Not a path I chose nor a choice / I lacked” Continue reading Three Poems by M Robin Cook
Three Poems by Gabriel Ojeda-Sagué
“a rumor is going / around that I cannot / grow anything / outside of my hands” Continue reading Three Poems by Gabriel Ojeda-Sagué
Three Poems by Carol Mirakove
“is it possible to lock a moon to a body / in an evergreen frame of fluctuating heartbreak” Continue reading Three Poems by Carol Mirakove
Three Poems by Vittoria repetto
tomboy femme motorcycle lesbian in my office my bones tell me she’s a femme long haired gaunt and strong in a leather jacket boots and jeans nails slightly long when i say you can leave your jacket on the coat rack she smiles says but this is my purse. i laugh, my bones were right. forbidden fruit … Continue reading Three Poems by Vittoria repetto
Nat Raha
from de/compositions (after Vahni Capildeo’s reading) Nat Raha is a poet and trans / queer activist, living in Edinburgh, Scotland. Her poetry includes two collections: countersonnets (Contraband Books, 2013), and Octet (Veer Books, 2010); and numerous pamphlets including ‘de/compositions’ (Enjoy Your Homes Press, 2017), ‘£/€xtinctions’ (sociopathetic distro, 2017), ‘[of sirens / body … Continue reading Nat Raha
Kimberly Quiogue Andrews
from She Said Between Pronouns are both a problem And a solution for Ashbery why Hasn’t anyone written that article Yet why can I not lie down among The fact that On Tuesdays and Thursdays I might actually be an it Whereas on Sundays I am without Fail eating oranges in the kitchen Draped in lovely rumpled striped Linen my … Continue reading Kimberly Quiogue Andrews
Four Poems by Erick Piller
I Want a Tiny House I want a tiny house for my tiny life. I want to sleep efficiently in a solar-powered hole and expend as little energy as I can. I want to breathe less often so as not to suck in and kill microbes who have done nothing to me and whom I shall regard as my models for living. I think … Continue reading Four Poems by Erick Piller
Grey Vild
from Dear Gone It’s almost like we still lie to each other but it’s just me now. In your inventories, several light bulb jokes I wrote myself. In your inventories, it is too dark to read. In your inventories, I was 9 granite columns, pulled up the Nile by slaves. I held fast, a sky overcast with crackling leather, polished in the reduction … Continue reading Grey Vild
Two Poems by Avren Keating
THIS BOOK IS THE PROPERTY OF: BOOK RETURN Avren Keating‘s a poet and artist. They’ve published in Queen Mob’s Teahouse, Omnivores, and THEM: A Trans* Lit Journal. Avren also hosts Waves Breaking, a podcast for trans and gender-variant poetry. Continue reading Two Poems by Avren Keating
Three Poems by Gr Keer
magnificent, the way one year folds into another the way skin stretches into infinity the way a few bones and some breath fill up this space inside follicles are follies sprouting trees and your breath is a gale oh laughter i haven’t seen my thighs in over a week just because i haven’t looked doesn’t mean they aren’t there and what exactly … Continue reading Three Poems by Gr Keer
Anne Gorrick
A Table Filled with Interest Or a clothing summary of the king Dandy acres untours pronunciation Bracketology, a bracelet made from her teeth Frame moment frame Damnation’s prayer for a higher tax bill Contagion and aftershock in a few paintballs more Envy’s minor reflection, brother velvet A bright new room called Boise Jerseylicious, write an autism haiku Her artwork is an argument with corporate … Continue reading Anne Gorrick
Brody Parrish Craig
(in)decent-exposure for Ballinger & Arkansas HB1986 picture this the phone’s tied up to my body & yr call yr legislator calls my body legislation territory to exploit explore & skin border to picket our flesh a fence we can’t kick down & a tension rod keeps building a dark curtain in the photo booth we call the state of Arkansas … Continue reading Brody Parrish Craig
Michael Farrell
Carnage At Dark Towers The Melbourne Protocol states that tennis and other famous sports stars are welcome guests of wherever they happen to be at any given moment Nadal stares into the eyes of the sun, but not directly, Mum The Melbourne Protocol states that tennis and other famous sports stars are welcome guests of wherever they happen to be at … Continue reading Michael Farrell
Tenney Nathanson
from Ghost Snow 2 (Unwinding) * Where is Owen (Como)? where’s Baloncé? where’s the pumpernickel where is “adults move magnetized to the earth” where’s Leslie where is t’otherest guvnor where’s “all other insects forage at random” where is David G? where’s the fucking pumpernickel? where’s David S who wrote this? where are … Continue reading Tenney Nathanson
Three Poems by Larissa Shmailo
Clad, Clawed, Clandestine Eagly Pig E I I id eye: Lie as eyes lie, I. Delineating it, disentangling inclines in lies; incidentals cast a delicate sign. Cling in line, eyeing diligent penalties, laws, claws: it’s eyes in lies. Anteceding id, laws distancing I, clasping ties, inspecting id, an eye, a lie; all ID, and stenciled, penciled eyes. … Continue reading Three Poems by Larissa Shmailo
Two Poems by Mateo Lara
Sunset City Friction underneath California tongues, Walking in Bakersfield heat brittle against dry ideas. I’m a crux forced into a smoke world, we lost the best of ourselves, Smoking out of chimney lungs, pressure put us down, called it a giving in. I keep thinking how that Tuesday slaughtered all my old vices, Tempted me for a shapeshift, Stoic at best, cost myself … Continue reading Two Poems by Mateo Lara