By Cynthia Roby When your lust is done with me I’m gonna need a hearse. I’m tired, dry. You have twisted and turned my hips pushed and pulled and stretched my thighs planted snatches of hair in my pillow loved me in every which way a woman can be put…
By Joanne Eskreis Voices spoken to us through their love Echoing from the heavens above Sounding laughter from within their tears Envelop us through all our fears. Reaching out through the never ending sky Comforting us whenever we cry This is where true comfort lies Hearing voices from heaven through…
By Jennifer Kopec Turn my back Just to please you Whap! I scream Whap! A sound I’ve grown to love Stockholm syndrome at its finest The love for the whip The love I live for The time passes by The clock ticks on Tick Tock Tick Tock The sound grows…
By Steven Glifford The world goes through a growth spurt during a shower: A jigsaw puzzle of wood and glutinous darkness, swishing elsewhere liquidly, owns a roofless heart, a reflected candelabra without an originator. Legions leap eons with subtle intensity. Black fire pulls back to an underground city of the…
By Christy Bailes My walls have seen forty years, with each layer more concealed than the last, and I wash, scrubbing nicotine-stained body, so full of memory that I measure time by yellow, once white smoke, swirling elegantly about the room, looking visually pleasing until I smell burnt tar. I…
By Maria Lipiskova Translated by Martin Zlatev It can be black and white as a poem about the women reflected in the eyeglasses moving over the flat shadows of this winter Peterburg with black shoes like scissors in which the steps entered their black hands and black gestures in the…
By Daisy Paltrow I sit on the oversized chair of execution that I’ve become accustomed to. Each day I wait in wonder for the moment it will all be over. My hands clasp the edge of the arms that hold the imprint of my shape; At once, the iron rings…
By Robert Hicks I expect you to explain it in terms I can understand she told me and I took a moment and looked around at the 4 or 5 stars winking and the smell of city and the sound of traffic and an all-night fiasco writhing on its side…
By Drew Nacht I can’t wait to get to work so I can put to use all of that after-hours stress anticipating the next work day I can’t wait to get to work so I can sit in a chair under fluorescent lights for eight hours I can’t wait to…
By Heather Browne Come play with Me here in the surf O my soul Come splash in the edge of my tide soft foamy white tickling toes covering feet lapping your sand castle designs Kick up my sand as you twirl as you dance cartwheeling wind by your side Find…