Volume 3 – Art / Poetry
She Prays to the Ocean: Two poems by Cynthia Good / Art by Virginia Vasquez
Two poems by Cynthia Good & Art by Virginia Vasquez Off Boulevard Saint-Germain-des-Prés He called me a sweet piece of ass On the elevator. I am allergic To his dog. We exchanged nude Selfies and saliva. He says, I love To wrap my arms around you twice. Though I’m...
“Minnewaska” poem by Charlene Moskal / Art by Larissa Boni
Poem by Charlene Moskal & Art by Larissa Boni Minnewaska Our path leads through woods thick with the spice of damp earth and the swish-sway sound of pine needles underfoot - the expectations palpable. We come ready to pay homage, reveal ourselves as unformed...
“Keyhole” poem by Laurinda Lind / Art by Tamika Heard
Poem by Laurinda Lind & Artwork by Tamika HeardKeyholeAs a kid I never believedwhat I heard about bodies,though I knew girls got giddy under the covers, boys were baring down to the skin. What wild sent my cousins off in secret as teens, alsoset them on fire?...
(Fuck): Two poems by Pietra Dunmore / Art by Lauren A Bleiwas
Two Poems by Pietra Dunmore & Art by Lauren A BleiwasFuck in (Parenthesis) phone contact name (Fuck) in parenthesis imaginings in the dark triangle of fuzz fingertip to pleasure points thick nub of flesh out of boxer shorts a collection of sensory details...
“Who’s Pussy Is This?” poem by Tamika Heard / Art by K. Haskell
Poem by Tamika Heard & Art by K. HaskellWho's Pussy Is This?Who's spent hours on, days on,years learning the ins and outsof this pussy? Who was taught to wipe front to back,and felt the consequences of forgetting to? Who feels the egg cycling around, growing,...
“On Sheets of Silk and Paper” poem by Omobolanle Alashe / Art by Marina Carreira
Poem by Omobolanle Alashe & Art by Marina Carreira On Sheets of Silk and Paper I’ve grown to hate you for the validation I cravedin poetry and in sex.To satisfy yourself or mine, I’dpeel back the layers, baring mynaked truth, all bro-ken curves and...
A Many Splendoured Thing: Two Poems by Jenny Dunbar / Art by Katelynn Tracy
Two Stories by Jenny Dunbar & Art by Katelynn Tracy Cut butterfly in a frame stopped at random whilst at play the flatterer’s tongue who tore her wings crushed a many splendoured thing The Gypsy Boy boy on the August road, in a fey, first light,fickle and smiling...
American Peep Show: poem by Sarah Lilius / Art by Gabrielle Grace
Poetry by Sarah Lilius & Art by Gabrielle Grace American Peep Show Coins drop into a cold slot. Dusty curtain opens too fast to an underage girl with a little purple velvet tight over where it’s not as swollen as nights before, in the back with Mr. Octopus. His...
“Cleft” poem by Monica Raymond / Art by Lydia Crouse
Poem by Monica Raymond & Art by Lydia Crouse Cleft In the absence of a love we become abstract, distract, distrait. Unmade and useless as a bed. I liked the bedclothes in a hovel or nest close dressed around me, rippled as the abode of any...
Coitus Interruptus: Three poems by Jessie Janeshek / Art by Alison Haag
Three Poems by Jessie Janeshek & Art by Alison HaagAnnual Verification The descent of Louise Brooks matches my mooddupes me into thinking the cat’s legs won’t go out.The pink sting is done forever it’s histrionicsit’s moving historyanother night coming on like...
“Connubial Bliss Is Overstated” poem by Cheryl Lewis / Art by Kate Awalt-Conley
Poem by Cherly Lewis & Artwork by Kate Awalt-Conley Connubial Bliss Is Overstated After gnawing need for sex is less what endears a man to me— 24/7 is a long time laid end to end. I keep old lovers close—no sense losing touch because I’m not inclined to cling like...
“Cucumber” poem by Rachel Burn / Art by Arizona Smith
Poetry by Rachel Burn & Art by Arizona SmithCucumberI just need to say…that vibrators don’t make me cum. I spent £90 in lockdownand toy-related orgasms? None. I find them too plastic, too blatant, too bold,too purposeful, no nuance, not the fun I’ve been...
Indiscreet Moment: Two Poems by Mary Ellen Talley / Art by Pietra Dunmore
Two Poems by Mary Ellen Talley & Art by Pietra DunmoreSex on the BusI asked my seatmate on the bus, “Do you want sex or condolences?” They responded, “Both.” We threw modesty out the window and disrobed, raised the handicapped seats and made love on the floor...
“Mammoths to Hotel Room” poem by Tiana Hennings / Artwork by Svea Elisha
Poem by Tiana Hennings & Artwork by Svea Elisha Mammoths to Hotel RoomOnly imperfect up close,you’re my best friend for the night.You stepped with shining toes through history -your sensors have seen dawns inwar trenches, processed picturesof housewife wonders in...