Blue Wedding Woman by Yuan Changming

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. 

The Colorful World of Zoe Gold


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 
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 and my pussy needs 
or something 
and your brain is fucking my mnemonic mound, still, 
from your bed talking dirty nasty to me before 
like on cue there’s a mirror in this 3-day favor,  
apartment from old friend  
of old jealous girlfriend now calmed to sweety & catch-ups my red-eye then uber then here 
key under hall table dr teal shower 
i’ll open for biz and the pre-deposit outcall dates 
from the site we all use, on th’ morrow 
but i’m not… 
finished with you yet 
one more 
on the floor, feet against wall on each side of it, 
the thin glass silver sheet reflects every hair and avowal and every oh fuck rrrrrhhhrrrraaaawwrrrrfuuuuuck 
and jackhammer pistonwrist and 
soffffft kittentongue gentle fingertickle 
i’m my own star in solo messy  
there to bear witness to horny and alone 
and heat of my place in time 
butt arched, pussy splayed soft rubbery queefs like panther growwwwwl  my cat my Familiar a whisper of pee its first froth an evening tidepool ‘neath my cheeks 
asshole eager for undulation for Agape for full redpink rose  fingers deep in each, meeting my eyes in incestuous self discovery i’m close to shitting my legacy of small betrayals 
and i demand your face in my trough

pt. 1

a slip through a side-door psyche into a friend’s father
who paid discreet potboiling sums to eat my unwashed ass
& drink of my stream, its yellow coiled lava
of alcohol and nicotine stench
he of a black-mold america that lives
to fuck and kill its young
i to play his memory’s daughter new now to college and hugs
love you see you at break
i to wear some clothes he stole from her closet
black halter top, with the underarm rip
so maybe soon tossed
panties, not her best so perhaps not missed
stained first with my shit, set to dry..
makeup, his congealed vision of female youth tremor
explosante fixe undulating hips
smell of girl Ekstasis the labial gate soon slick soon wet
his guilt a string tied to white balloon
floating around her old room
over the house
droplets drop
his savored menarche his dream in dark basement
he readies the camera, mini-dv
and i
see Ellen’s smile my eyes through her mouth
daddy we shouldn’t
it’s not right
the sad quiet sigh of old snow
its angels long gone

Zoe Gold is/was a linguistics majorette, former meth-dive nude&toy-show stripper, escort, unrepentantly ratty pornstar, author & nice Jewish lezzie who got through it well enough to wrap up her DIY tell-all, coming soon to an online bodega near you.

Bush Pilot [Poem] by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

We are defiling her bed in glorious ways
after the bottle and music by candlelight
and there I am just above her splayed legs,
my face strafing across the horizon  
and I start making these sounds like a small plane
so that she asks me what the hell I’m doing
and I tell her I am a bush pilot coming in close
over the thick lush canopy,
she closes her legs and begs me to stop 
making that awful noise,
but I tell her I can’t, that if the plane just stops
I will fall right out of the air and crash to my death
and that looks like unusually thick bush down there,
even a seasoned search team would not stand 
a chance.

Just what every woman wants to hear!
she sits up in bed 
and crosses her arms.

But I have already climbed back up to altitude 
and flew right out of the room with my outstretched arms
for wings and a fuel gauge running on low.

Three Poems by Bill Wolak

The Helplessness of Orgasm 

From the excited delirium  
of contorted flesh, 
arises the sudden  
of an embrace. 

Out of the trembling  
helplessness of orgasm, 
emerges the intimate  
stillness of honey. 


When your naked body  
quivers out of control, 
pale as the afterimage 
of a lightning flash, 
whisper into a flushed ear 
with a murmured sigh 
harder, harder, harder. 

Then speak only  
with the pressure 
of your thighs. 


Flashing your breasts 
so that only  
I could see 
quick as  
the middle  
of a dream 
all the open  
of your blouse 
are still smiling. 

“Producer” by Ty Spencer Vossler now available on Payhip

We’re all about sharing something new with you our devoted followers, and today we’re proud to announce that long-time contributor Ty Spencer Vossler and Pink Litter have teamed up to produce, well, “Producer“, a tale about lovely wife Lucia and her husband who trade cash for a professional fucking by one of the adult film industry’s leading men.

This is just the beginning, as the plans are to produce a full-length anthology of these stories. Stay tuned for more updates!

C.E. Hoffman’s “Sluts and Whores” Slated for Release

Past contributor C.E. Hoffman, who penned Bloom (Blowjobs) is set to release her collection of short stories February 14, 2021!

Go to her website for more information.

Here is an interview with the author:

PL: Please start by telling us a little about yourself and how you began as an artist.

C.E. Hoffman: I’ve felt the creative urge as long as I can remember. My parents will tell you I used to narrate stories minutes long (often longer!) when I was  wee. I wrote my first full-length novel (over 400 pages) at eleven years old, and the muse has remained ever-loyal- if not demanding! 

PL: What does the art express or mean to you personally? At the same time, what kind of thought or feeling are you trying to evoke from your audience?

C.E. Hoffman: Writing is my liferaft. Some seek inspiration to write- I seek methods to stop! Expressing myself via written word is a balm for my mental illness, which bodes for a highly-charged life experience. 

I’d love my writing to be a liferaft for others, too. To be that friend a shy person can carry around in their pocket. Through being heard, I want others to feel heard, too.

P.L.: Please describe your creative process (i.e. how do you work, stay up for days at a time or do a little here and there?)

C.E. Hoffman: I love having a project. When absorbed in a short-term task, like editing a finished manuscript, I may indeed work for 1-2 days non-stop. For longer endeavors, like plotting or writing a new novel, I try to take little steps every day. Either way, I work best in the morning, and often find myself bored by 11AM. 

P.L.: Who are some of your main influences?

C.E. Hoffman: Zadie Smith!! (NW- read it? If not, do so immediately!) Irvine Welsh. Martin Millar. C S Lewis. And many more! (Inspiration is everywhere!) 

P.L.: What is it you are trying to accomplish with your writing? Is it purely an expression of desire or more premeditated? 

C.E. Hoffman: I want to inspire people to heal their past and shape their future. In a time of division, I seek to unify. 

P.L.: Do you have a specific “type” of piece you enjoy creating more (i.e. an “energy piece” or a kind of pithy or quirky piece?) Is it more serious or fun stuff?

C.E. Hoffman: I love experimental thoughtstream narratives, wherein little is certain but feeling. I have a lot of fun with quirky dialogue, too! 

P.L.: What turns you on, personally and professionally?

C.E. Hoffman: People who respect me, and respect themselves. Oh, and Taron Egerton. 

P.L.: From poets to erotic bloggers, online communities such as FetLife to pure fiction, writers and artists are making their “personal” business public in one form or another. How do you feel that, are sex experiences all public or all private or somewhere in between? Can they be both? Is sex meant to be a shared experience (beyond of course the literal meaning)?

C.E. Hoffman: I explore this theme in I Could Have Danced All Night (My First Orgy), a story found in the collection! 

Sex is, in some ways, the most public thing that exists. Any human is a walking testament to sex and birth. In that essence, sex is life, which is all at once totally private (isolated, even!) and absolutely universal. 

P.L. In that sense, in the private world, pornography has a wide audience (and outsells regular movies) but most won’t admit to watching. Similarly “erotica” is greatly marginalized both as a creative art form (writing, art, etc.) Do you see it ever changing from this mold, becoming accepted or even normal?

C.E. Hoffman: Great question! Something divisive occurs in the human mind when sex enters the picture. Even Sluts and Whores has been mistaken for an erotic collection given its title- as if sex workers and sexually-active humans have nothing to offer outside eroticism! If we are to come to a healthy balance with sex, sexuality, and pleasure, acknowledging these forces as natural, beautiful, and powerful, I reckon we have a while to go. I hope this collection can do its part to bring that change forward.