By Frank X Walker
We are two copper spoons
beneath the blanket.
I am listening to my wife’s
gentle breaths.
She is finally…
beneath the blanket.
I am listening to my wife’s
gentle breaths.
She is finally…
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- By Angela JacksonCousin Mildred Willie Mae’s sister came by
And watched us come in and out the yellow house.
A kiss … - By Jane HuffmanI want to describe my desire to loosen
without any of the usual trappings
of loosening. I cannot take… - By Andy ChenOn my sixth day of Covid I venture
with tea, a notebook, and the last of the peaches
out back to our… - By Ibe Liebenberga burn scar
a whole lot of river
there is a freeway of wind
blowing the other direction
my god … - By Sunnylyn ThibodeauxStorm comes like Gorgon slither
Gorgon wingspan
Sound is someplace else
like head under water someplace… - By Geffrey DavisI am in Arkansas, trying to reimagine my voice,
Again and again, beyond all sound
Trojaned with doubt… - By Han VanderHartflying backwards down the highway
blue shirt knotted at the waist
when desire hunts she says: I’m interested… - By Aishvarya Aroramonthly we submit
to butch-barber
praise
hair confetti flicked
from their clipper’s
silver fingers… - By Robert Wood LynnAnd when the end came it came silent but clear like bird prints on snow
and no one was surprised to… - By Frank X WalkerI had forgotten you were my first kiss
until I see you standing there
behind my sister, waiting quietly… - By Sunnylyn ThibodeauxThe morning air holds
the rumble of cleaners
Ravens strut through shadows
collecting spilled debris… - By Terrance HayesHandcuffed in daylight walking through air
today the subject imagined a near future
where other subjects… - By E. Ethelbert Millerour friendship
is what keeps us whole
love is essential as air
prayer contains desire
to worship is… - By Sanam SheriffThese days, freedom
means: no shame.
What she calls
your cock rises
at its name, invisible
as wind… - By E. Ethelbert Millerhere
near the entrance to the subway
the underground
we stand in each other’s eyes
once lovers
now … - By Abner DormiendoTranslated By Ethan ChuaI laughed when my friend told me ‘laslas’ backward is ‘salsal,’ cutting himself one way, touching himself…
- By Abner DormiendoTumawa ako nang sabihin ng kaibigan ko na ang kabaliktaran ng ‘laslas’ ay ‘salsal.’ Walang tumawa noong…
- By Abner Dormiendokung saan ako dinala ng aking mga paa,
latak ng alaalang nililigaw ako
na parang engkanto,
na parang… - By Abner DormiendoTranslated By Ethan ChuaI was dragged to by my feet,
memories misled me
with their leavings, an engkanto
made my native …