Laws of Attraction How can bodies still elicit sparks when memory persists in melting time and what was shared over thirty years past be just as present in both our minds? Secreted in a wooded room, candlelit, serenaded by the shushing surf, our steaming skin still scented from the scald of mineral springs, I silently lead you by your hand to the table whereContinue reading “Laws of Attraction [Poem] by Larry Oakner”
Going down I called her pussy Little Scarlet for it was as red and sticky sweet as English strawberry preserves. But that patch of ruby tangle is long gone, her memory overgrown by seasons passed. But O how delicious she was!
Erotic Exchanges She wrote, “Dripping with affection for your erection.” He replied, “Steeling myself in memory of your affection.” She said, “Dreaming of your deep injection.’ He penned, “Longing for your wet, warm reception.” She scribed, “Offering my openings to you without exception.” He closed with, “Here’s toasting our connubial perfection.” She added, “Here’s hopingContinue reading “Erotic Exchanges [Poem] by Frederick Foote”
spita sweat-hog in the bedbeside me, one of her titsa flattened loaf of bread, theother like a torpedo–I wonder when the last timeshe brushed her teeth;after she spitsinto her handI cannot go through with it:I hang-out at the edge of thebeduntilshe starts to snore. FacialShe took it like a sword-swallowerin and out, thelength of it,Continue reading “Two Poems by Wayne F. Burke”
Schaeffer tells Amanda: Elsie Pym, in her early fifties,her hair coiled, a braided bun on top,took pins from her hair.The coil came undone, her hair fellto the small of her back. When I’d see her mornings in Embersshe’d take my order, her dark-rimmedglasses fastened to a silver chain.The glasses on a chain, the coiled hair,and,Continue reading “Frame Chain [Poem] by Peter Mladinic”
It got that badand so I got on Tinderafter being turned downby maybe five or fifteengirls, drunk in barsI’d hit on them with what I thoughtwere good opening linesand some would talk for a few minutesbefore retreating because I guess I dranktoo much, or talked too much, or touched too muchor maybe I’m just notContinue reading “Tinder [Poem] by Noel Negele”
The Rose of Sharon isn’t really a rose, but it’s still a flower as real as the name you whispered in my ear in a voice rubbed smooth by a thousand hours of midnight and smoke. The space between real and imagined is a close as your breath on my cheek. What is real are your eyes that burn asContinue reading “The Rose of Sharon [Poem] by Larry Oakner”
Hot blonde in a sundress[big tits, no bra]approaches the reference desk. “Can I have some of that hand sanitizer?”she asks. “Of course,” I say.“That’s what it’s for . . .” She pumpsa liberal amount into her handthen applies it to her ankle— “Mosquito bite,” she says. “This stuff takes careof the itch . . .” SomeContinue reading “itch [Poem] by Ben Newell”