We hooked up on a drunken nightsomewhere in Bergen Op Zoom, Hollandwhere I told them all outside a clubthey don’t know how to livethis isn’t how you party,you drink soft drinks first, in a soft and nonchalant environmentwhere you talk and joke and nag each otherwhile it hopefully plays Springsteen or something sexy and oldContinue reading “Marianna [Poem] by Noel Negele”
Painting youWith strings of good feelingStreaming over your lipsLips stretched in that so-quiet smile Come on your eyelids with thick lashes Some even lands in your hairDripping now down your cheekTongue ventures for a tasteThose are my babiesWiggling along your skinEyes openThose doe green eyes warbling spaceAnd your giggleI love youI kiss youLove is too small aContinue reading “Coming [Poem] by David Sprehe”
She: How am I dressed in the best pic youhave of me?He: In a black t shirt and jeans with slits inthe knees. She: What do you like in that pic?He: Your hair, how the ends are jaggedand uneven. She: In that pic, do you think I am wearinga bra under that black t shirt?He:Continue reading “Dominatrix [Poem] by Peter Mladinic”
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Read this fabulous short collection by Yuan Changming! Yuan Changming published monographs on translation before leaving his native country. Currently, Yuan edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Qing Yuan in Vancouver. Credits include ten Pushcart nominations, eight chapbooks & publications in Best of the Best Canadian Poetry (2008-17) & BestNewPoemsOnline, among 1,629 others across 44 countries.
CALLGRRRRL CADENZA twice now twice you cum hard, shaking, redfaced eyes rolled and i’m soaked my nipples the hardbrick spires on castles keeping watch for woman waft for cunt heat drinking in your ganja’d mouth-spit at random i love this new piercing thanks who said that? your…voice…what nobody here on my blow-up bed in a new town’s gathering dark my legs need a shave andContinue reading “The Colorful World of Zoe Gold”
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We are defiling her bed in glorious waysafter the bottle and music by candlelightand there I am just above her splayed legs,my face strafing across the horizon and I start making these sounds like a small planeso that she asks me what the hell I’m doingand I tell her I am a bush pilot coming inContinue reading “Bush Pilot [Poem] by Ryan Quinn Flanagan”