“There is the occasional head, / which can be messy / because no one ever bothers /
to box them up properly.” Two poems by Joe Mills.
Withholding My friend has this prescription for bachelorhood bliss: Withdraw your penis from your lover’s vagina just as she’s about to come. This lets her know who’s in control. Hint: it’s not her. I was contemplating my friend’s advice when I went to buy you flowers, and my credit card was declined. And I thought,…
“Owl,” “Belay,” and “Devils Tower.” Three new poems by Kristen Gunther.
“Smoke Signals,” “Trisha is dying,” and “523.4.” Three new poems by I. Roy-Faderman.
“We sat / behind 820 Last Fifth Street / on those two cement steps all night / with your Ibanez and my Gibson bass” A new poem by Robin Beery.