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[Again] / [To surge, rise] by Sue Scavo

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“If the Dead Were in the Room I Would Say” by Jill Mceldowney

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Art by Moriah M. Mylod

When we started I thought 

                    —so that’s the way light tastes. 

I called light—future. 

 

            Now I feel its loss in my teeth, jaw, hands.  

My hair still smells like your hair.

I can’t think of my own body

                without thinking of yours, 

 

without thinking of swimming pools lit 

            by waves of lightning so close I can taste

their ozone and how there was a time when that taste was hope. 

 

How many dawns did I greet hoping 

            you had not stopped breathing in your sleep

 

or whatever we should call the blear

                between high and not high?

 

My love for you kept me awake—

       what little I knew then—

          watching over you, thinking that 

                if you died I would want to die too. 

 

I tried to love you like this: all or nothing

How many times did I shake you back to me? Do you remember 

 

what I said? I said

    here is my only life—take it. 

 

I mean if you’re breathing, stay with me. 

        I mean if you’re not

                stay with me. 

 

            If your hand is in my hair, leave it. 

If you are this hurt, 

            let it hurt. I can take it. Don’t ever

be done with me.

 

 

 

Jill Mceldowney is the author of the chapbook “Airs Above Ground” (Finishing Line Press).
She is a founder and editor of Madhouse Press. Her previously published work can be found in journals such a Prairie Schooner, Vinyl, Muzzle, Whiskey Island and other notable publications.

Three Poems by Kirby

The sweetest thing



Sweetest thing

that could happen

this day


a real reason to cry

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Three Poems by Khashayar Mohammadi

Its All Greek to me

For B. D. M.

“The embrace of men”
I say
and you pirouette
behind the cash register
a new found bond at work

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Two Poems by K. Eltinaé

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A poem by Tom Snarsky

(Photograph by Tom Snarsky)

Samuel

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Two poems by Sharanya

(Photograph by Sharanya)
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A poem by Scherezade Siobhan

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Menstrual Blood by Gavin D’Costa

Menstrual Blood

Jesus bled menstrual blood from

the wound that gave birth.

Out of his side, a gaping vulnerability,

inviting a finger, a mouth,

a community baptised.

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A Song From a Straight Ally by Suzanne Fraser-Martin

I am a straight ally.

And I choose to make an oath to all that choose to hear it

I will defend the different dissonance, I will stand with

those told who to love and when to love and how to love

those told that they cannot have.

Those told that they are somehow lesser, that being gay is a joke

That being Trans* is just convenient cover for a pervert

Those told that simply being anything other than straight is not normal, Is deviant, is ‘other’

I make this oath because of the things I see

I see forty-nine threads cut short, I see the right to pee safely being ruled by fear

I see the rules of divorce still governed by straight law

I see secure employment being based on your sexual orientation

I see religion twisted into hate, I see corrective rape, I see murder

I see you, queer girl, your slip shed soul constantly bruised from unwanted advances

When a man reeking of arrogance says,

“You’ve never had a real man, bet I’ll give you a good fuck”

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