By Nicole Brodsky
The first day, Benjamin’s ponytail embarrassed her. Two days later, she put it in her mouth. She cried the first time they had sex. He said, “I can’t wait to tell you I love you.”
By Nicole Brodsky
The first day, Benjamin’s ponytail embarrassed her. Two days later, she put it in her mouth. She cried the first time they had sex. He said, “I can’t wait to tell you I love you.”
By Michael J. Coene
Ireached up to touch my face. I had just finished peeing. It occurred to me that I hadn’t washed my hands. Now my pee was in my beard. I checked my reflection. I couldn’t see my pee in the beard of my reflection.
By Kara Vernor
Sometimes life gives you a sign that you are ready for your next adventure. For me that sign was my period, which I got for the first time during Mrs. Keever’s eighth grade biology.
By Jennifer Lee
The woman had flown in many planes before and knew that most people conflated travel with adventure, movement with insight. The flutter in her chest was just the engine’s vibration, she told herself.
By Venegas James
Muralists begin by drawing on the body. She drew muscles on her arms. She drew birds across the blue sky of bruises appearing on her skin. Her bones became the balance beams her blood learned to dance on.
By Stephanie Mataya
Heidi was growing increasingly selfish and Gary was running out of energy. It seemed to start innocently enough; she made a logical argument when she said that grocery stores were less busy in the evenings.
By Bhaskar Chakraborty
Translated by Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee
Outside, fitful moonlight
Our dream-train has halted at our courtyard –
Come, pull out from beneath the bed
By Jennifer Marcus
Julia Kristeva. Beautiful sounds. Not a sound in the name I don’t love. I remember falling in love with the long O sound. Falling in love with Gertrude Stein: “Milk. A cold nose makes an excuse.”
By Gabrielle Lessans
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Dawn said how can we talk about gender without talking about race? You think how can we talk about earth where our air is easy.
By Eli Sahm
I can’t wait to smile hummus
organic, ooze carrot-like composure
and be OK with time. I’ll sketch
pictures of my future kids, intuit
By Jonathan Louis Duckworth
she prepares her face
to be perfect for death
rouge, a dash of mercury on her
cheek
a golden ring for each finger
By Jonathan Louis Duckworth
Languedoc, France
One day the mayor of St-Siffret
orders every third lamppost snuffed:
bulbs removed, radiance plucked.
By Joel Tomfohr
Jeremy and Tony materialized out of the darkness of night with someone new named Jim. In the strange half-light the man reminded the boy of Grandpa Lenz.
The Last was created by multi media, principally chalk, acrylic, watercolour pencil, and photography.
By Marina Tsvetaeva
Translated by Mary Jane White
The darkest of nights’
Places: a bridge. –Lips to lips!
Really should we be lugging
Our shared cross to these nasty places,
By Marina Tsvetaeva
Translated by Mary Jane White
“I’m not leaving!—This isn’t the end!” And she clings and clings . . .
But in her breast—the swell
Of looming waters,
By Nick Roth
The first comment Geoffrey received was, “You misspelled alot of words and your spellchecker didn’t pick them up because they are the correct spellings of other words.”
By Ascher/Straus
Tammy’s sharing Junior’s broiled scrod and mashed potatoes and eating most of it because he’s having trouble swallowing. They’re watching tv together and she’s chattering happily, asking him questions that he can’t answer.
By Johnny Ray Huston
“Infinity room.” That’s what I texted to A the first time I saw his pic.
“Lol my bathroom,” he texted back.
In the photo, he was wearing a hat that said TROPHY BOY, and a tank top pulled up to show off his chest and nipples, the curve of his hips, and a trace of his ass. Behind him, a mirror reflection of cream walls and floor tunneled into blackness, frame within frame.