By Brandon Young
Oh, don’t worry, we will let our hair down tonight— but first we must remember on this stage, the queen...
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- By Alexis De VeauxI pray for us as evening glides over implore the gods pray for us pray for this breathing planet the...
- By R. Erica Doyleletting the words fly like smoke uncurling from our mouths we lie in bed with dykes ten years our junior...
- By Brandon YoungMy father said to me once your only choices are the factories. Oil stains or the selfsame bruises. No...
- By Cyrus CassellsMy friend is by no means Dracula or a werewolf, but the full moon’s mostly lawless beauty has never ...
- By Melvin DixonThe children in the life: Another telephone call. Another man gone. How many pages are left in my diary...
- By Eduardo Martinez-LeyvaMost wounds are circles, so it’s no surprise you’ll find me here. Alone. On my knees, on evenings when...
- By Bruce SniderNo matter who leads tonight, who follows, I feel his stare as we work the floor. He swaggers from heel...
- By Timothy LiuComing back from the ski trip in the back of a van, it had gotten dark enough for the steady hum of ...
- By Stacie CassarinoI admired the sea, most days, but not the heirs or millionaires sailing in stiff-capped winds, buttoned...
- By Trish Salahi. Dog. The time you take home, the time you take away from home. The insistence, the instance worried...
- By Richie HofmannMy sweat soaked the sheets. You used to be like everyone else but then the way you hurt me (fingers,...
- By Assotto Saintwhere do you find strength to climb down the hill to your lover’s grave what do you bring but thirteen...
- By Assotto Saintstraddle a stranger’s head slide your dick ’tween licking lips his throat takes it sweet & deep pump...
- By Assotto Sainthooked up to the same pole i.v. garlands of cytovene & pentamidine unravel queer patterns of a survival...
- By Assotto Sainthis shades of blossoms ties that thread-thin silver bells bracelet always laced round his left wrist...
- By Hart CraneI Above the fresh ruffles of the surf Bright striped urchins flay each other with sand. They have contrived...
- By Kathleen Tankersley YoungYou would feed your fierce desire From my lips, with white fire. But I have no keys To these strange...
- By Kai CogginIt seems like all my poems after this will be different, they will hold a different weight like how ...
- By Michaella Batteni. i am sitting in sunday school in a handsewn pink dress and white lace tights i am putting my hand...