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by C. Russell Price I’m 17 and I call my molesterfrom the last NYC payphone.When that last breathy hello echoes,I slam the receiver against the coin slotand we laugh and we laugh,the phone booth and me.In that untraceable call,I call you out and I take the sunback to the sky.I fall back in love withContinue reading “Armageddon Via Telephone Wires”

by Christian J. Collier It feels like God doesn’t love us, like there is no gospel in the gusts of wind that sometimes wrap around us. It feels like all of the prayer & preaching, all of the song & celebrating The Worddoesn’t seem to help us, doesn’t protect us from the grip of injustice, doesn’t defend us from those whoContinue reading “How it Feels to be Black”

by Martha Grover The Romans conquered with fight set to music, rhythms designed for men carrying sixty pounds of oil and flour and weapons on their back. Centuries later, Napoleon’s soldiers, without packs of food to weigh them down, light as feathers for the marching plunder, marched to the beat of a different drummer, oneContinue reading “Music is the Weapon that Makes us Brave”

by Maya Owen Just because I’m very high on acid,doesn’t mean your hands aren’t two mares, foaling in the night. Place them in my rapture machine& get in the backseat. Look, kid— no one knowshow this works, justhow it doesn’t. I never saidit would make sense. Didn’t your mother tell you: you can’t wish forContinue reading “THE UNCERTAIN SCIENCE OF SHOPPING MALL WISHING FOUNTAINS”

by catch business i’m about to tell you what to do i don’t mean to second guess expressions only antagonize the no longer uninformed and always deconstructed i define feelings but i don’t mean to scare you like you scare me now there are two of us on this sweat soaked chair i keep leaning forward heavy handed and too heady to stand up on myContinue reading “how to stand up”

by Sugar le Fae (first photographed by Pioneer 10 in 1973) Strung-out among the stars,we’ve photographed you nudeat last. It wasn’t hard.We knew where to look.(Galileo named youin his little black book.)Besides, you’ve always beena nudist, a whore, evenbefore Jupiter plucked youfrom obscurity, made youfamous, made you his lover.He dragged you in,you’ve said, by theContinue reading “Ganymede”

by Lydia Armstrong I can’t sleep in someone else’s bed. I eat onions every day. I have OCD and I can’t stand when people touch things. Sometimes I can’t stand when people touch me. I don’t own an umbrella because I always abandon the things that protect me. I tell my secrets onstage. Sometimes IContinue reading “Reasons Why I Can’t Have A Boyfriend”

by William Ward Butler It’s okay. These days, I don’t feel so revolutionary either. I’m content to lie on the floor and let the heat of this world ruin me. I, too, have been judged based on what I am not and contain 0% artificial preservatives. I, too, feel like an imitation of what I’mContinue reading “DEAR I CAN’T BELIEVE IT’S NOT BUTTER”

by Samantha Kennedy and the guy who raped me / left California /moved all the way to Connecticutafterwards / couldn’t deal with it / I guesshe deleted facebook / twitter / he got to start over /he got a new job / lost touch with allour mutuals / cut his curly hair / grew aContinue reading “Connecticut”

by Faye Chevalier [i]inimitable callow-ses and matchless eyes, would you take time,and paint my fingernails a watercolor-olive-green with dead grass? and i’ll fill my shallow nooks with weathered soil.and i’ll build a slight-sense of slighter-still stricture.and i’ll scour the rough edges, rid myself of friction. [ii]i’ll inscribe my spoken name in curative, indiscretion-al lettering,ribbon-ing across the nape of my neck.Continue reading “Wisdom Teeth (that Which G-D Means Me To Bury)”