Poetry, Strange

Remember the times when you and the artists you respected were interested in having your work published in Poetry?


Fuck Stuck


Do I fuck you or hate you?
It feels wrong in every limb
But I do it anyway
’Cause it feels right when you’re in.


Your generosity is perverse
And confined to your bed
The only thing you’ve given me freely
Is head.


– Naomi Morris, in the July/August 2015 Issue


White Boots, 2014, by Rachel Louise Hodgson