Poetry by Janette Kim Larson
oblique sermon in the strip mall
man dressed up as pizza
arms restrained beneath
such lust. »
Poetry by Whitnee Thorp
On Sundays we’d go over,
my grandmother and I, to see her ex-husband,
my grandfather, at his apartment a block away from ours.
On Sundays, the typewriter
would be in the same spot, at the head of the table,
covering a yellow smoke stained place mat.
He’d set a papyrus-thin white paper
through its clicking rounded black tongue. »
Poetry by William Haine
When I was seventeen
I had sparse sideburns, brand new shirts,
and too much cologne.
I slept with girls because it had to happen.
At eighteen I got naked at parties
Poetry by Khary Jackson
For the lady that burnt photos of her ex, to use the ash for coal
This is what it means to be sexy.
Only in certain hands can heartbreak be so pragmatic.
I have a bookshelf of failures that beg for a. »
So what exactly is the difference between polyamory and non-exclusive dating, if none of the people involved are. »