David Kirby: Sex and Candy
Candy is to children what sex is to us, because when
you were a child, candy is what you thought about every
waking moment.
Kurt Brown: High Diver
Now she pivots like a dancer, gripping the board
with her toes, and rises as it quivers with her weight
then settles again. She waits until it stops,
until she gathers herself up to balance there,
tall and undeniable, her back to us in the withering light.
Sally Bliumis-Dunn: Women’s Voices
…when Margaret Thatcher took voice-
lowering lessons, she was told
to speak as if she had a penis and a cold.
Cesare Pavese: Ancestors
I found out I had lived, before I was born,
in hard, sturdy, independent men, their own masters.
None of them knew what to say, so they just kept quiet.
Alice Friman: The Nick Poems
Do you know what you’re doing?
and she said yes
though deep in her virginity
she knew nothing
but what she wanted
Matthew J. Parker: Cancer Dancers
I met Gerenith in 2006. Found her on a dating website that featured women from Cali, Colombia, aka the Salsa Capital of the World.
Fleur Adcock: Happy Ending
After they had not made love
she pulled the sheet up over her eyes
until he was buttoning his shirt:
not shyness for their bodies – those
they had willingly displayed – but a frail
endeavor to apologise.
Jessica Kutz: The Gender Gap on Climate
A new report shows a growing gender gap among people who vote with environmental issues in mind.
Mary Wollstonecraft: It is justice, not charity, that is wanting in the world!
I do not wish women to have power over men; but over themselves.
Video: Sandstorm
In Seemab Gul’s short film “Sandstorm,” a schoolgirl in Karachi sends a dance video to her virtual boyfriend, but her innocent flirtation turns dark when he attempts to blackmail her. … Continue reading
Ellery Akers: After the Election
Beautiful wreckage of my country, I’m still trying to love you.
Edwin Arlington Robinson: Eros Turannos
She fears him, and will always ask
What fated her to choose him
Barbara Hamby: 17 Dollars
That’s how much the man who owned DuBey’s gave me
for my books that time you insisted
they were taking up space and we needed the money.
Tony Gloeggler: Anyway
After we dropped dirt
on my father’s coffin
the long line of cars
drove back to the house.
