By Marceline Jenkins Skinny white cottage-core scissoring dainty flowers Is what comes to mind for boring people Holding me back Clouding the view of my destiny To be some crazy fuck in the corner Drinking your blood Rasping my voice Haunting the library Lesbian leather lovers lamenting over liquor Women are hot Women will treat […]
Tag: poetry
Fucking
By Mark W KummingBanished from my Boy Scout troopfor telling the troop leader’s daughterwhat fuck meant—which, young enough to misunderstand intercourse, its parts and mechanics—I got wrong.Then I saw one horse mount another from behind in the field past the paddock.The tour-tram driver slowed enough so heand all of us could watch. My friend Allison […]
By Tom Kurstjens Jesus H, look at the size of that man’s forehead. His hairline recedes from his source of infinite power. Bro’s entire skull looks thick as a sledgehammer. I bet he could use that thing to break concrete, Or reflect the sun’s rays to fry ants in the sand. I want to crack […]
Frisco Blues
By Abigail Lee Your voice, echoing in my spine, toes curled to a point, hair thrown out the broken window. Metal beams groaning, stretching to the space above us all, gulls clapping their wings as they dive. The bay gurgles its grievances, who would do such a poor thing? The sunbeams on the dash, radio […]
Sunday
By Abigail Leethe rooster crows— pierce through the pillow I’ve thrown over my head. anger the hogs digging in hay.legs thrashing, pushing the silk sheets, slumping to the floor.
