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J -Lou Renard
The enduring symbol of the O appears before her.
Something shimmery, a quivering spiderweb.
THE MORNING BEFORE THE CHANGE - Rocco Rinaldi-Rose
In my mind’s eye a woman holds herself above you on a bed
feeding you red sour straws
God Sized - Maya Martinez
There is no beginning or end to this scene, if they exist
they exist elsewhere. What is here is middle.
Two Poems - Ahmed Saleh
translated from Arabic by Ghassan Bardawil
You uttered me like the sea pronounces its dead waves.
Gunk - willow hour
I would lie her on her stomach, lazy and nice;
I’d play with the smooth strip of skin behind her cock
Violence and Brutality - Jean Genet
translated from French by Aiden Farrell Everyone knows these two words with more or less specificity:
trial and violence which hide a third—brutality.
Affidavid - Safi Alsebai
That’s what’s nice about everyone moving.
The Singular They Them Reason Why I'm Alive - Theo ThimoI never want to die, I’m so sad that
this could ever be taken away from me.
Four Poems - Miguel James
translated from the Spanish by E.R. Pulgar I appear with the moon and leave with her hug me like a
bear
Sperm Bank - F. Tibiezas Dager
A 14-year-old religious guilt ridden fag trapped
Three Poems - Sergio Gorostiaga
translated from the Spanish by Nolan Perla-Wardi busied myself with the earth below my feet
and felt in my eyes the absence of things
ITS THE BURNING EARTH
ALL THIS STUFF LIFE IS MADE OF - Arthur KI search for a copy of YOUR HOUSE IS MINE, 1993 artist book
of street propaganda against the gentrification of the Lower East Side.
Four Pieces - Keith Carr Walshtouch of mellow bliss. touch of melancholic ash. a crown in the sky
DUCK! - Willa Boudouir
It readily consents to game playing.
Two Poems - Osvaldo Lamborghini
translated from the Spanish by KM Cascia and Garrett PhelpsPubis and sphincter.
Daisies with no petals, litany