San Francisco General: Poetry by Greg Casale

San Francisco General The final time I looked into your eyes they were in a urine cup three floors down. I hope the old gods slipped turquoise in your...

The Good Fight: Poetry by Joey Amaral

The Good Fight Round after round, Pound after pound. Gotta get up, Can’t stay down. The fight is on, The curtains never drawn. Arms are heavy, Legs are weak, Oh my god, it’s...

Untitled, After Rukeyser: Poetry by Stephen Ira

Untitled, After Rukeyser I lived in the century after the war. I’d go out on the street after events where we stood on the stage one by...

All I Know to Do: Poetry by Christopher Hewitt

All I Know to Do Now even the numbers have no meaning for me metaphors like stars snuff out  Oh I care but I repeat myself the chanting  the banners the...

Mariological Recitative of Mystical Pharmacology: Poetry by Joseph F. Delgado

  Mariological Recitative of Mystical Pharmacology                                                                                                                         —Joseph F. Delgado Joseph F. Delgado is a former professor of Spanish literature and linguistics at the universities of Minnesota, Puerto...

Why We Dance: Poetry by Terry M. Dugan

Why We Dance Because we do the electric slide into the clinic to the tune of crying babies. Because every day we fox trot in and...

Tartara, The Prince of Dance: Poetry by Joy Gaines-Friedler

Tartara, The Prince of Dance Harsh. Fierce. What was it about perfection? Why the constant movement Nureyev? Why the wings? Why the sad longing? Yes, the boys...

Erosion: Poetry by Phillip Brian Williams

Erosion As you die, a withering monument, I gather you pore by pore into my arms. Collect you and rock the crown of your offering—night sweats, your thinning frame, you...

May All Your Dreams Be in Color: Poetry by Naomi Glassman

May All Your Dreams Be in Color In the hospital I find you in more places, fitting your shadow into the empty sockets of wallspace that my...

Morning & Test Trials: Two Poems by Joy Gaines-Friedler

Morning 8/8/90: “Not to worry!!! I want to get better. I don’t want to suffer anguish, anxiety and mental pain anymore. I can’t live like...

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Meet Clay Brown by Christina Renee Milliner “My name is Clay Brown, I’m 19, and I was born with HIV.” Four sets of questioning eyes glared at...

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