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The Palace of the Dragon Prince by Ilka Scobie

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The Palace of the Dragon Prince

by Ilka Scobie

 
 
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Tenacious Wriggler by RM Graves

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Tenacious Wriggler

by RM Graves

 
 

"Foster City, Crowne Plaza", Copyright © Devin McCawley, 2015

“Foster City, Crowne Plaza”, Copyright © Devin McCawley, 2015

 
 
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Smiles and Serenity and Other Things Plumbed from the Depths by Paul-André Betito

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Smiles and Serenity and Other Things

Plumbed from the Depths

 

by Paul-André Betito

 
 

"The Wet Secrets, February 2015", Copyright © Devin McCawley, 2015

“The Wet Secrets, February 2015″, Copyright © Devin McCawley, 2015

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Towards An Authentic Voice In Poetry: 5 Statements by Stephen Morrissey

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Towards An Authentic Voice In Poetry:

5 Statements

 

by Stephen Morrissey

 
 
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Overexposure by Erica Anzalone

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Overexposure

by Erica Anzalone

 
 

“Hi. I’m Melody. Charmed, I assure you.” Copyright © Devin McCawley, 2015.

“Hi. I’m Melody. Charmed, I assure you.” Copyright © Devin McCawley, 2015.

 
 
There, where her face is blotted out by the sun, in this overexposure, we will make love for the first time. We will not call it making love or even refer to it at all, not as fucking, or doing it. Even though you texted me, I will do you hard, like a stampede of horses up the side of a building running into the sun, like a line of flower girls in white dresses that become a stampede of horses suspended for a moment over the sharp, red noise of traffic.
 
You will not mention your metamorphosis or mine, how our insides will become our outsides and when this happens, you will become a dragon on my back and I will become a white cow. You will not mention how you will bite my neck and blood will spurt out, each bead making a necklace of fantasies I will never say out loud.
 
There is a rape fantasy turning an emerald green slither by your feet, and over here by my hand with your hand pressing it against the wall, the colors keep changing. I want to fuck everything alive and dead and inanimate. A fuck rainbow made of furniture and banisters and doorknobs. Dinner plates with roses on them shoot past our heads and wedge into the wall. They are too high for me to fuck so I make a footstool of you. Read more

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