Marianna [Poem] by Noel Negele

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 old

Coming [Poem] by David Sprehe

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 a

Dominatrix [Poem] by Peter Mladinic

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:

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

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 and

Bush Pilot [Poem] by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

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 in

Three Poems by Bill Wolak

The Helplessness of Orgasm  From the excited delirium  of contorted flesh, arises the sudden  weightlessness  of an embrace.  Out of the trembling  helplessness of orgasm, emerges the intimate  stillness of honey.  Harder  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  Flashing your breasts so that only  I could see quick as  the middle  of a dream all the open  buttonholes of your blouse are still smiling. 

bathhouse [poem] by Jack Henry

it’s an exchange of glancesgestures and smiles to communicatedesire, lust, need; it’s our code of conduct,a secret language;i understand implicitly,when he looks at me; i obey,completely; without careful consideration,momentary reflection,i make my way to him;the room dark, air heavy;the smell of masculinityand desperation mixes withstrange fragrances of spiceand jasmine; and the soundsof fucking; we kiss