William Hicks __________ Not Old Yet but I look at the barista’s skincovered shoulder to fingertipin intricate figures of bones, decay, drooping rosesand I wonder what tattoo I would have gotten at her ageand what five years after thatand what six months laterand what when I got married/engaged/hired/fired/drunkand if I…
Read MoreNative Lands Benjamin Goluboff __________ There’s a place where the north branch of the Chicago Riverbends around a little island and turns hard south. There’s condos on the west side and Forest Preserve to the east.The woods in between, the riverbanks and the little island are all blanketed with the…
Read MoreDisappointment, Blue, 1982 CJ Giroux __________ Blue is the color of your best friend’s Honors Chemistry textbook when you got placed in what everyone knew was Biology for Dummies. In the dissection unit on a late spring Friday, it’s the fetal veins wandering like the Big Two-Hearted; you weren’t invited…
Read MoreJo Angela Edwins __________ Vignette The girl at the bus stop faces her boyfriendwho stands one foot to the side, his faceturned so he’ll catch first glimpse of the buswhen it rounds the distant corner. She slips her handsin the pockets of his jacket, the sharp windsthis morning the coldest…
Read MoreLaine Derr __________ A Golden Red Oncea lankyboy, Ihungfroma tree,cherriesshiningw/ love. __________ Inheritance Like my motherI learned to cryin a car, behinda wheel, a childin the back seatsinging along – songs we learnto forget, but Irefuse to followthe ones, notesblue and yellow,green or red, who believe in horizon,a boundary of…
Read MoreTroy Coll __________ Whirlpool My first memory of dirt is the griton the slick plastic floor of Maw Maw’sabove-ground pool. Too smallto swim, I hold my breath and sink crouch leapI break the blue meniscusto the smell of cut grasscharcoal and Virginia Slims. I inch along the rail as the…
Read MoreThe Collar Holds Topher Shields __________ In the kitchenabove the K’ Road dairy,I sew the small flagto your denim jacketwith thread I’ve pulledfrom my own cuff,three stitches throughthe frayed collar,the needle flashing onceunder the bulblike a matchstruck in a dark room. Your shoulder carrieslast night’s rainand the cheap pomadewe split…
Read MoreChicken Fight S.K. Taggart __________ I wrote this with footballon in the other room,a masculinity I have forgottenthe rules to no longer does it serveme to pretend to be that boyin football padson a sepia fall afternoonthrowing my body againstother, more committed boys I think you understand mein this, and…
Read MoreDallas Raquel Klein __________ Queer Lineage Ashes, Stardust Look at Us Crawling Out the Mud Dust, dust pecked the open Gorge like motherkissing your splintered feet. Like you were playingtoo hard, and the dry grass laughed thistlesinto your soles. You cried out, but she liftedyou into her arms. You were…
Read MoreAsphodels, How I’d Like To Be Buried With Them Corinne Klosinski __________ Within the wan and weeping vale Where twilight tarnishes the day,There trembles one tenebrous bloom: The asphodel of unanswered ache. Pale as a patient phantom’s palm, It lifts its languid, lilting throat,Drinking the dim and distant dew Of mercies never meant for…
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