ISSUE 26 | MAR 2013

GOOD SEX

« who, in contrast to God, has absolute pitch » - Galilee wedding water become New Year’s Eve champagne - language to soar & crash - anything but Judas - did it tear, did you bear, did it burst - pre-Babelian - Zeus-Born/Castor ripped - instead of champagne bubbles / I’ll take these wads of cotton into my mouth - look, I won’t go into detail - refrain, refrain - thunder? it’s not a widow’s pretension - am I right, Rainer, God’s a growing - just write me beforehand

Michael Kinnucan

Adventures in Friendship

what people find most disquieting about male homosexuality - « inventer de A à Z une relation encore sans forme » - I thought Foucault was crazy - the miserable abjection of the « friend zone » - ways there aren’t any songs about yet - the frisson twenty-somethings feel on hearing that one of their friends is getting married - a hobbyist of lost causes

Sara Pheasant

(Ex)Citation

to rouse, call out, summon forth, produce - transcription and translation - soused with the pleasure of consuming - sex so bad, good sex - Secretary, Stenographer, Photographer, Prostitute - tarted up with gilt jewels - it hovers invisible, his Eye - auto-facial reconstruction! - just us girls - sex can be so repetitive - the most explicit form of writing - the thrill of the steal - Selfie!

Chris Bisignani

Semen Dynamics / Masturbation Shield

sex source - I need to want to put my penis into your hole and shoot semen in there - There are dangers! - sexual marginalia - some of the penguins don’t get to - depraved, horrible - push into my body-house and infiltrate my body-mind

Alice Sturm

Pollination

anywhere except in an envelope - the old winter chore of threshing and drying and preserving seeds has been replaced - trusting their stuff to the winds - helicopter seeds - but the proverbial redheaded child of the postman - the parents of well-known hybrids are corporate secrets - Monsanto DNA - sterility in wild forests - nearly every bite of food we eat was grown

Galen Beebe

Three Poems

a telescope - let alone a baby - there may be - « How mud valleys » - where when there are none of us left we rain down bodies - to write then not « I » but « teeth » - from lack of courage to giggle - « Seaweed body forms seaglass people » - speech waltzes - & cry wither, unclaimed - one - two - [D]o(e)(s) + [B]uck(s) - not - ? - !