By Olive Franklin
Loved you since I was little, on the playground break-time
-brawled with you and your mismatched cuffs…
-brawled with you and your mismatched cuffs…
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- By Richard BlancoAfter my third shot of tequila / chased by a lime
sour as my rant: fuck this-fuck that-fuck them-fuck… - By heidi andrea restrepo rhodesI: My beloved is called an inconceivable beast, a spectacle diagnosed with teratoid genitalia, a chaos…
- By Darrel Alejandro HolnesThis love dares not speak its name
in some states
until your eyes say it
on a beach in Ft. Lauderdale… - By Jake SkeetsClouds in his throat,
six months' worth.
He bodies into me
half cosmos, half coyote.
We become night
on Bread… - By Brandon YoungMy father said to me once your only choices are the factories. Oil stains or
the selfsame bruises. No… - By Brandon YoungOh, don’t worry, we will let our hair down tonight—
but first we must remember on this stage, the queen… - 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 K. IverAt my beloved’s burial,
I can’t see his body.
Only carnations. I hear
your name and my beloved’s
in the … - 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 Destiny O. Birdsongthe women, small and neat,
top each other like
slices of wonder bread.
when she and i
finally meet,… - 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 sam saxeven without the image you can see it.
dean, black booted, bedroom-eyed
hair coiffed into its iconic…