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Issue 38 Poetry Contest Honorable Mention! POP!

Abandoned Duplex

by Wayne Johns Abandoned Duplex    What but us suffers from not being touched?Like matter eclipsed, empty space alters light.           Emptiness also alters sight. Don’t forget          how he looked at you with lust and disdain. Still filled with lust and disdain, you forgetfaking love in a room slowly filling with snow.           Two men making love in […]

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Issue 38 Poetry Contest Honorable Mention! POP!

The best part of Rocky Horror is when the makeup starts to run

by E.B. Schnepp The best part of Rocky Horror is when the makeup starts to run Hair hangs limp, drenched from sweat, from the pool scene, and tears start to form in stockings. Columbia’s breasts break free of her corset; everything decays, bleeds raw at the edges. Frank’n’Furter crying  around a waterlogged smile — are you having a good […]

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Issue 37 Poetry Poetry Contest Honorable Mention! WET!

After Beholding the Stains on My PBR Can

by Jacklin Farley After Beholding the Stains on My PBR Can My beloved whispers against            my bare, open neck – “I want                         your lipstick on everything” –                                     then examines my sleek aluminum                        cylinder again under the dive bar              fairy lights, as if it were somerare mineral specimen or elusive                          icon of unparalleled archeological            import. My paisley-print denim                        mini skirt dampening beneath […]

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Issue 37 Poetry Poetry Contest Honorable Mention! WET!

Wild Horse Island

by Eric Lochridge Wild Horse Island Our summer road trip ended in Lakeside at dusk,            thunderstorm roiling the water. Gray lake agitated,                        Grandpa’s boats bobbed like ice cubesat the docks. The glare of the dying            day raged in my stepmother’s eyes.                        Her wrath struck like lightningthat always found my body—half-moon marks            on my wrist, archipelago of bruises                        across my thigh.Dad scurried […]