Emotional as in congratulations, mental illness runs in the family. Also, coronary heart disease.Read More
To hear some beats to relax/study to,
I invoke Lofi girl.In a mythic time of human/cyborg symbiosis, she and I are one. By the grace of her beats, I can achieve my best self.
Poems by Inky Lee.
I knew of an asian man. His body was small and he was going blind. He quit his office job and was training to become a masseur – to see with his hands while his eyes cease to see. He was a devout christian and was known to pray for many hours every day. People called him a holy man. One time, I went to his place to get a massage. After the massage, he prayed for me. As I was about to leave, he smirked and told me to never bring a black man home because that would make my mother go into a long fast.Read More
A new poem by Samantha Bohatsch.Read More
this body never existed for your dick my skin does not expect your desperate touch a pussy built to feel warm desirable love every femme is meant to be…Read More
I Hunt Men at Night I hunt men at night keeping pace and following close in tandem step footsteps swallowed in his echoes pausing at crossings going against the…Read More
Editor’s note: This poem contains descriptions of violence. This hoarder documentary or the guy who leans over the balcony to watch me fuck my girlfriend in the ass…Read More
UNION Decamping from the world intuition as art sacred, profane, hermetic united in one flesh + boxing gloves ready for attack / withdrawal simple flower reed of night…Read More