The Police Arrest Me Restocking ARVs: Poetry by Akpa Arinzechukwu
The Police Arrest Me Restocking ARVs
I will never let no man nor God weep for me
anymore.
Let the pity end where my saliva lands.
At night...
Reaching Past Silence: Poetry by Joe Babcock
Reaching Past Silence
It was the summer we had to be smaller
than towns where boys with pretty smiles
get their teeth knocked out.
To be blood brothers...
Mapplethorpe: The Director’s Cut: Review
Mapplethorpe: The Director’s Cut
Directed by Ondi Timoner
Samuel Goldwyn Films
When I watched Mike Leigh’s 2014 film, Mr. Turner, I knew little about its subject, British...
The Merchant of Grief: Poetry by Walter Holland
The Merchant of Grief
He does not do so willingly nor does he set the price,
His are meager things to collect,
things which others would neglect....
Plague Years: Poetry by Walter Holland
Plague Years
"As of 2018, about 700,000 people have died of HIV/AIDS in the U.S. since the beginning of the HIV epidemic, and nearly 13,000...
Keith Haring’s Line: Review
Keith Haring’s Line: Race and the Performance of Desire
Ricardo Montez
Duke University Press
Keith Haring’s Line is the third book about Haring that I have reviewed...
It Seems: Poetry by Joy Gaines-Friedler
It Seems
only three years ago
we began our goodbyes.
Pray for me you asked, and I
had no idea how, or if I did pray
what it might...
All the Young Men: Review
All the Young Men
A Memoir of Love, AIDS, and Chosen Family in the American South
Ruth Coker Burks
with Kevin Carr O'Leary
Grove Atlantic
Reviewed by Hank Trout
In...
Ghosts Ambling Along East 46th Street: Poetry by Raymond Luczak
Ghosts Ambling Along East 46th Street
Not ever expecting to see you again,
you appeared, walking ahead. I felt like a wren.
I stayed behind, not wanting...
Finding Tulsa: Review
Finding Tulsa
by Jim Provenzano
Palm Drive Publishing
Reviewed by John Francis Leonard
It’s not easy writing a novel in the first person and relying on the...
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In Which I hate My Bones: Poetry by Ajay Sawant
In Which I hate My Bones
Bones like sticks, calcite rolls, bones underneath
intolerant skin and loose muscles, bones
made of stones, like transparent lamenting
through years of...
