Christopher Mayer – Dirty Jacket

Christopher Mayer Dirty Jacket The heater hums because it’s cold outside. A fist clenches like it’s cold outside. Streets wet with gasoline, I step over …

Yuri Hospodar – 2 Poems

Yuri Hospodar 2 Poems Sakhalin The skinny time of the year, anchored in ice at farthest of aways, penal island long and hard, sentenced to …

Andrew Mister

Andrew Mister Last night I dreamed that I was you & the poem was finished.  Not that I haven’t been trying: to wake out of …

Barbara Johnson – The Jump

Barbara Johnson The Jump It must have taken some nerve the jump it’s quite a distance between the acacia trunk and the streetlight pole but …

Samantha Giles – slippage

Samantha Giles slippage The move inside a coat1 of slipping razors. Inch it in2 those very numbers things involve. The stones3 never cease a thing, …

Simon Perchik – 2 Poems

Simon Perchik 2 Poems What did they see that my cheeks can’t take the weight, each eye filling with the stone it once was, my …

Kristin Hatch – Three Poems

Kristin Hatch Three Poems chef he’s got mannerist hands with moonmouth nails & when he pastries there is the spine like a wind-up tickle-board.  he’s …

Mark Peters – Sexy

Mark Peters Sexy     1.   Soft kisses and touches around the neck, chest, and groin area are sexy; sedating an unwilling donor is sexier. …

Francis Raven – Water Rendezvous

Francis Raven Water Rendezvous I’ve met you before with the water up to our waists.  You were talking about quiches, about whether blue cheese was …