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Poetry

Salmacis devoured him from her river bank. Hermaphroditus lay there sleeping whilst her mouth watered. His caramel skin under the white duvet, Made her stomach grumble. Her fingers swam through the whirling cotton, Feet slipping on bed-sheet shingle. Searching through the weedy mattress springs, Her lips barnacled themselves to his Rocky neck. ‘Not tonight babe,...

Sans Domicile Fixe   Knuckles dragged on nettles itch Pupils twitch. Sleepless sockets Gritted pockets etched with ache, Fingers shake clutching quiver, Morning shiver rends repose. Neon glows. Burning boring Raking clawing hollow chest, Wheezing breast with rutted ribs exposed.   Stomach chewed lurches churning Yearning empty echoed groans, Wafted moans from metro rails Windy sails of reeking heat. Cardboard seat...

You lost your commitment while looking for your keys. Maybe you left them underneath the after-sex lampshade. But remember? He threw that out of the window along with Take-Away Tuesdays and the way you liked to nibble at Saturday nights eating his extraordinary erogenous zones, scooping them with your fingers like ice cream. Remember? How...

The humble bar of soap! Why have you been replaced in my rusting shower rack With bottles of fluorescent scented goo? One for each housemate, sometimes two, Gendered smells of sickly coconut, Added argan oil to caress newly shaved armpits ‘Sometimes you just want your fanny to smell like an ice...

A man, standing in a parking lot, wiping the bloody lips of a pre-teenage boy. This is New England winter. It bites like a frantic dog, causing cracks in skin that last forever. The man takes a napkin to the lips of the boy. A...