She by Camryn Barganier
Ice cream is for grown ups
And love is for lesbians.
She was ice cream
Warmed by the forgotten time of deep kisses
The flavor of the week
A Poem A Day
Ice cream is for grown ups
And love is for lesbians.
She was ice cream
Warmed by the forgotten time of deep kisses
The flavor of the week
Rise from under the depravities of old.
Loose the shackles of yesterday’s shame.
Be strong, be ruthless; ten thousand fold.
The wind, the sky, the light weaves in and out
Las estaciones del a?o, they speak to all
Faithfully returning like an evening porch light
The Lion Pauses by henry 7. reneau, jr. Sunday, February 21st standing at the podium, The Audubon Ballroom in Harlem
Hungry Words by Aleisha Goodman We are split in different directions that our pride and egos will not let us
Everybody knows the man in the moon
is blue cheese, that dogs keep the sun at bay
in winter, that fireflies are the souls
of the dearly departed, flickering through
Chino and Chambray by Donal Mahoney Forty years older than I, Charles, in his tweed cap, stands starched in gray
Emily by Cassandra Langer So shall I rain down kisses Upon you tracing the sweet cascading Line of your throat’s
Amsterdam Wide Dreams by Alessandro Cusimano a lovely girl brings home her puppet boyfriend and plays with him the tall
Come Around Back Now by Eric Dittmar How are you ever Going to get out from under this? It hunts
The Last Storm by Brian Lawson It stormed this evening. It was invigorating. The wind bent the trees and turned
A Snow Day Hue by Lori Lipsky Solitude arrived today on the color white. It blew in at a diagonal
Sex in the Kitchen by Lindsey Lewis Smithson Heat resonates from the lower rack of the stove The drag of