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...
“Days of 1993, ’94, and ’95”: Poetry by Benjamin S. Grossberg
Days of 1993, ’94, and ’95
The Montrose Clinic, Houston
Timing; the lag. You couldn’t know....
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...
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...
Two Decades and then Some: Poetry by Raymond Luczak
Two Decades and then Some
No one writes about the dead anymore.
The fear of infection and loss isn’t so dramatic now.
Pills are today’s answer to...
Getting Down to It: Writing Poetry & Living with HIV
When A&U announced a few months back that I would be taking on the role of poetry editor here, I shared a brief insight...
Inoculations: Poetry by Raymond Luczak
Inoculations
in memory of Bruce Hlibok (1960-1995)
Funny how much New York’s changed
since you died. Rents have gone way, way up.
Brooklyn is shockingly hip...
Elegy for Ken Meeks: Poetry by Travis Chi Wing Lau
Elegy for Ken Meeks
*After Paul Monette
sanitary white meant i had crossed the threshold into the
kingdom of the sick where court is held to an...
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...
If you believe you are safe: Poetry by Tara-Michelle Ziniuk
If you believe you are safe
ring silence draped over night.
bring our end.
I a mess
want your attention,
applause.
There is a purpose for you
real
brutal
clear.
Two hundred thousand million...