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...
Post-Apocalyptic Horror Show Ending in a Cher Song: Poetry by James...
Post-Apocalyptic Horror Show Ending in a Cher Song
In the zombie apocalypse, I’m betting the queers
outlive the heteros—we know what it is to survive
not just...
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...
Patient: Poetry by Ben Kline
Patient
Take your time, Frank told
the cutstone trainer untying
his white swimsuit. Poppers
hovered under the briny draft.
Your journey is the point
of any goal. Nude, the...
Dead Uncle: Poetry by Ben Kline
Dead Uncle, 1979
Hail Marys lobbed at the altar
from the last pew. Only twenty five.
Light sentence mumbled fast. No beads.
No sweat. I knew Father heard...
Walking with Angels: Poetry by Emanuel Xavier
Editor's note: Originally featured in the June 2008 issue of A&U.
Walking with Angels
for Lindsay
AIDS
knows the condom wrapped penetration
of strangers and lovers, deep inside
only a...
HIV in the Ghetto: Review
HIV in the Ghetto
An Analysis of the Lived Experiences of African-American Women With HIV in Chicago’s Inner City
by Dr. Kenneth M. Nole
CreateSpace
Reviewed by John...
Visit IV: Poetry by Mary Kathryn Vernon
Editor's note: Originally appeared in the August 2005 issue of A&U.
Visit IV
On the skirted porch
that flanks two sides of the house,
on a wicker table,
kept...
Stephen Zerance: Writer & Advocate
Never Mind the Wasp
In a new collection of poetry, Stephen Zerance explores how we respond to danger, risk & fear
by Noah Stetzer
"I’m a danger...
It’s Not Over: Poetry by Mark J. Mitchell
It's Not Over
The NAMES Project in Atlanta
Just behind The Silver Skillet
past the parking lot, a seamstress
works—mostly alone—Names are kept
here—sorted, folded, catalogued.
Shelves are full and...
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The Waiting Room: Fiction by Harry F. Rey
The Waiting Room
Glasgow 2020
"Michael?” I call out into the waiting room. The smell of fresh paint and flowers is overwhelming, almost making me want...
