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Three Orgasm Poems
She thinks success would be her best revenge. It’s not enough for her now, merely to be alive. Or to feel bliss in brief
Nin Andrews
I Decided to Weigh My Head
Was it really as heavy as it felt?
John Brehm
Shakedown, Sleeping Mother and The Touch
On Main Street, two cops stop me in front of the tire store. One is big and burly and the other is lean
Jeff Friedman
The House of Wittgenstein
He never saw the malls of Petaluma, nor met the amazing cricketeer Montezuma. He never heard a laugh track. We’d
Ira Sadoff
Two Poems
In Vietnam, we rowed an old wooden boat
Jim Daniels
Translated from Spanish by María José Zubieta
Como el que desvelado
Idea Vilariño
A Story about the Bees
I still have the bees
Derek JG Williams
FOLDED WING | Pig, a sequel | Ode to Solitude
The wrist and the leg are the test: flexible,
Margo Berdeshevsky
Sweet Tooth
The man in the window is cheesecake;
Alexis Rhone Fancher
Don’t Bum Out the Musicians
At St. Paul’s church, the musicians have heard it all.
Cornelius Eady
DINNER AT LYNN AND LINDA’S WITH KEN AND JACK
Dinner tonight with two married gay couples
Jim Daniels
The Beginner
Doesn’t have a clue, sips whiskey in a train
Sigman Byrd
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