Pornographic Poetry Template Daniel Edward Moore __________ My professor said I might be the first to be consumed by delicious verbs layered between leather syntax and inches of cream before it melts down tall hard peaks beneath a dark hairy sky. But what if I’m just a studly nerd asking a pronoun…
Read MoreJoe Bishop __________ Vacancy This grand hotel has lost its headand the maids march on strike for hazard paycircling parking-lot sinkholes Anarchy overthrew the maître d’Light & Power cut lights and powerThe star rating slips by the hourBaroque wallpaper peels like stage makeup Chef pisses in the soup du jourHis duck a…
Read MoreRicardo Moran __________ What I’m Thinking on October 25, 1986 Someone said they saw Sigmund the Sea Monster waddlingon Imperial Avenue just over the railroad tracksnear the Winchell’s Donut House.Janet Jackson’s “Nasty” bumping on the Mighty 690,but it was just prima chasing the paleterodressed like a mermaid for Halloween. And…
Read MoreDustin Brookshire __________ Drifting Villanelle a collaborative, contoured villanelle using W.H. Auden’s “If I Could Tell You”,written with Joshua Barnes Tomorrow is Monday. Say it ain’t so!But there are, unfortunately, bills to payand so much in this world that I don’t know. I could tell you; instead, let me showhow…
Read MoreGradually She Finds Her Voice John Janelle Backman __________ SuffocatinginherenoroomtotwitchevenbetweenheartlungsdiggingofribsmustgetOUT Mr. Johnson held open his pre-calculus lesson planner, which listed all the assignments for the year, and his finger stabbed at a column mostly of blanks. “See? Here, here, twice that week, here again…John, you’ve missed a ton of homework,”…
Read MoreOnset Gender Dysphoria Meets Quarter Life Crisis Talon Drake __________ I am twenty-six / and sometimes forget / I no longer have to fear the girls on thebasketball team / who hurled out slurs from their seats / in fact they would fear me / my burlyphysique / but there’s…
Read MoreOn Eldering Clayton H Eccard __________ Recently someone called me an elder, as if I’d crossed the finish line of a race I never agreed to run. “One of our elders,” they said—like a museum piece with a pulse. I’m still discovering what that word asks of me. It’s not…
Read MoreWe Gathered Them by Hand Awen Fenwick __________ We came up from the subway.Color hit the eyes. The Mall disappeared under thousands of panels.Names snapped in the wind. Some held photographs.Some were weighted downwith stuffed animals. Some werea name,two dates. I was nineteen,my first flagstill pinnedto my backpack.Those I had…
Read MoreThe Wind Blows heavy Lila-Josey James __________ I look through the transom with two coffees in hand. There’s a pink in the clouds like peaches. We spin out the polished revolving door, and are emptied onto the street. The crosswind hits Marie in the face while brushing past me. Immediately,…
Read MoreJelly Roll Pride Abigail Bentz-Stevens __________ __________ Abby Stevens is a life long artist with a penchant for pen and ink, nature and chaos. There is a reason she uses the handle Chaos and Chlorophyll. Her art is greatly influenced by her ADHD and the noise in her brain and…
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