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Knowledge

by Sandra Marchetti VOICEMAIL POEMS · "Knowledge" by Sandra Marchetti They say it can’t be,but it is, perfect. What they don’t knowis that clocks circle the drainlike pasta water, unasked questionswe both know answers for. Aftersome time we actually did becomepsychic—I know another life flickerssomewhere in your mind, yet you comehome to guess at TheContinue reading “Knowledge”

It’s Not About That

by Maureen Martinez VOICEMAIL POEMS · "It's Not About That" by Maureen Martinez It’s not about who made the mistakewith the wrong address in the GPS gettingus to Brooklyn an hour late, is it? It’s about your retirement and our finances,and a 20-something living in our housewithout employment but with a car payment. It’s aboutContinue reading “It’s Not About That”

i’m overdue for a dream in which my teeth fall out

by nat raum VOICEMAIL POEMS · "i'm overdue for a dream in which my teeth fall out" by nat raum that’s a euphemism—yes, i have cavities,but it means i am bullet train, boundfor collision. i am jar of marbles brokenacross a concrete floor. i am the riseof the seas. what i lack in control iContinue reading “i’m overdue for a dream in which my teeth fall out”

I Tell You I Grew from Dawn

by Oisín Rowe VOICEMAIL POEMS · "I Tell You I Grew From Dawn" by Oisín Rowe Here we are among snowand ash. Cracked from saw orharsh November winds. Weare wood always moving. Bitof flesh from birch, oak, cedar.Stacked for burning. Once I washome to a little ant, he swallowedmy bones. Built a little city. MorecrawledContinue reading “I Tell You I Grew from Dawn”

Even Though I Hate the Movie

by Mattie K. Lagan VOICEMAIL POEMS · "Even Though I Hate the Movie" by Mattie K. Lagan On PCHsomewhereMalibu—going north notquite yet atPoint Dume,two biker boys,not quite men,stopped ata red light. Underneath hiero-glyphic hand signsa single red rosein handoutstretched.Electricity wrinkledbetween them,All-Americanrose received,ugly-beautifulbag scene. This scenewas recalled to melike a home-moviedancing on the TV. MATTIE K.Continue reading “Even Though I Hate the Movie”

What Was Supposed to be Queer Goth Night

by Ophelia Lark VOICEMAIL POEMS · "What Was Supposed to be Queer Goth Night" by Ophelia Lark The music in Stacy’s wasn’t much better thanwhere we planned to meet up, but us dollssettle and stayed. Anywhere to get inside,Melrose District streets cooking even in the night.Our butch bought me Lemon Drop shotsthe whole night. IContinue reading “What Was Supposed to be Queer Goth Night”

Ways to be a Boy

by Nain Christopherson VOICEMAIL POEMS · "Ways to be a Boy" by Nain Christopherson I never leave—can’t leave—the house withouta gallon-sized Ziploc full of paper cranes.That’s what happens the third, the eightieth time they say your prayeris just a siren sounding, distant, from the valley—hear my desperation almostfar enough away to be confusedwith birdsong? Still.Continue reading “Ways to be a Boy”