John Davis

Even the moss between sidewalk cracks / longs for his body. Because he is ruggedly / handsome and home to fantasies

John Davis

Tinder re-pencils his eyebrows / at the drag queen bar. He's midway / to grubbing his arm around a sequined shoulder

Ed Ruzicka

When I was with you but still / beside her

Fanna Sharma

fingers of mycelium entwine, / drunk on borrowed sweetness, / spores whisper in woodland air / and rain down on forest litter.

A.R. Arthur

and we are made one under midnight eclipse / heaving into the night as your heart flutters / and you sink into damp leaves / overcome by your fervor,

Robert Halleck

An occasional Facebook friend messaged me / to say you were dead. Time went back into itself.

Gabriel Miranda

The cost of love is my voice. / Hands covered in oil and release scour / welted skin syncopating along the sheets--

Alex Carrigan

I know what moonlight can be, how to capture it in a jar. / My man taught me how one night when we sat on his rotting porch.

Mimi Flood

your fingers spidered onto my thighs and underneath my skirt / you had a stale bottle of church water on the floor where my foot crunched it 

Ayiyi Joel

Let there be the weeding & pulling      of grief / Ploughing his heart       in the field of his body

Ayiyi Joel

There's a way the body learns to outpace / Everything that desires to strip it off blood.

Israel Okonji

there will be squalls in mayfair tonight — a jazz club, you know, she said, / releasing her thumb from her phoneʼs screen.

Daniel Schulz

Wrapped around her thighs like serpents, / she kneels on a sea of hands.

Daniel Schulz

The weekend accumulated like a stash of dishes / like a cloud of static locked in the box / of a TV set.