Dead Applaud: Two poems by Karla Linn Merrifield

Dead Applaud: Two poems by Karla Linn Merrifield

Two Poems by Karla Linn Merrifield Kinesthesia My dead husband gets in on our carnal act: how exquisite the hot-hot-heat stirred with wit, his blissful lesson imprinted on my clit. This dead husband of mine left me richly endowed with the visceral certainty— laughter...
Sex Education: Two poems by Jennifer Lagier

Sex Education: Two poems by Jennifer Lagier

Two Poems by Jennifer Lagier 1965 Sex Education It was the summerhigh school boys bloomed with octopus hands, inescapable tongues, atomic erections. At slumber parties,we compared contraceptive folklore, thirteen-year-old girls with awakening hormonesin shortie...
July by Michele Mekel – poetry

July by Michele Mekel – poetry

July by Michele Mekel Summer fruit sundered.  Gently thumbed rents reveal flesh— overripe, swollen— like her sex, trickling pungent  nectar at the least caress.   Michele Mekel is a writer and editor; educator and bioethicist; poetess and creatrix; witch and woman....
Bedtime Voice: Two poems by Judyth Hill

Bedtime Voice: Two poems by Judyth Hill

Two Poems by Judyth Hill Silk Camisole Love on a hot day-bouquet of weak in the kneesdark night toss and turntwisted sheets wind in the pines,the way sand stays warmlong after dusk, and stillthe waves of that sultry sea wash in and in. Oit’s part tropical,mostly...
Your Hands: Two poems by Uzomah Ugwu

Your Hands: Two poems by Uzomah Ugwu

 Two Poems by Uzomah Ugwu My Body Spoke His Name You spoke my name havingMy body echo your intentionsWhen your hands  raised the hairs  Left on my body up not cut fromThe most recent shaveWanted to hideTo be perfect and smooth for you For you to slide with ease not...
The Tortuous Dark: Two poems by Kate Falvey

The Tortuous Dark: Two poems by Kate Falvey

Two poems by Kate Falvey Bound and Gagged Mass. Inertia. Friction.Movement was never a prayerbut always a shambling lamentation. Air is an impediment, will,its own remorseful friction. Ghosts weigh tons. The handsof a thready child gasping, grappling. It is now...