The Camels Louisa had already run into the ocean.Rosie and I were walking down slowerwhen a woman pulls up in a truckwith two camels. Single-humped, almosttoo bright to look at, each tuft of fura magnesium flare that should hurt human eyes,but doesn’t. One camel rises on two legs,picks Rosie up and holds her. Rosie and the camellook at each other. “He never does this,”the woman … Continue reading Two Poems by Miller Oberman
from Ghost Snow 2 (Unwinding: 2010-2022) 5 In the world of form, we differentiate substances and images; in the world of sound, a horrific cacophony of serpents and sewage pours out of the emperor’s mouth, the stinking words sting and yes we distinguish music from noise we say but In the embrace of the dark, slime drenched, it seems good words and bad words are … Continue reading Tenney Nathanson
Merrill’s Question Can you watch a sparrow fall? Egg or no egg fertilizedthe wolf spider wholly generates her self holierthan any sacrament advances the air invisibleleg over leg, gathers helixical space enough, life enougheven as descent now surely evident advanceswhen she knows to gather her coat about her necktry something unknown To Be a Man i If only you had been a man,I wonder … Continue reading Three Poems by Donna Fleischer
“You blur, dematerialize as I approach. I stand behind you, close enough to sniff your perfume…” Continue reading Two Poems by Natasha Dennerstein
“It’s / safe and fun to watch / someone jerk off / more than six feet / away.” Continue reading Three Poems by Timothy Liu
“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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“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
“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
“a rumor is going / around that I cannot / grow anything / outside of my hands” Continue reading Three Poems by Gabriel Ojeda-Sagué
“is it possible to lock a moon to a body / in an evergreen frame of fluctuating heartbreak” Continue reading Three Poems by Carol Mirakove
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
(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 Arkansas a heavy weighted boxer … Continue reading Brody Parrish Craig
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