Na(HIV)PoWriMo ± April 23, 2017

Mark Ward Bare The television glowed red with stretchmarks unable to contain the friction displayed within perfect bodies light throws shadows, fables of how the game is played. It’s easy to subdivide derision, to overwhelm risk with validation, hands and skin accepting benediction. Tonight’s lit with a well-worn negation; moonlight cloaks the animal, makes it … [Read more…]

Na(HIV)PoWriMo ± April 22, 2017

Vernita Hall I Knew a Man for Gregory I knew a man who could charm the coin from Charon’s hand or Midas’, too, squeeze lemonade from sand, hula rings like Saturn, drum thunder like Jupiter whenever he laughed, and he laughed some. I knew a man who could dance on the head of a pin … [Read more…]

Na(HIV)PoWriMo ± April 21, 2017

David Groff Revival We made a list of every state we each had sex in. You won with 31, delighted: summer stock. Fifty now and dead, you reappear made up at Community Café Stage in Quarryville in performances of You Can’t Take It with You, the owner’s son, the suitor, keen for xylophones and fireworks, … [Read more…]

Na(HIV)PoWriMo ± April 20, 2017

Abigail Frankfurt Pablo The Bullet we are a country called Never Knew Better you are King happy I know this our counsel our kitchen table pass me the needle don’t splash blood rig in my pocket—even at the airport steal me the money—I am your girl pull out my eye cut the phone wires this … [Read more…]

Na(HIV)PoWriMo ± April 19, 2017

Manya Magnus Jack As a junior in high school in Berkeley, I was asked to share a job at our local flower shop with a friend, after school and on weekends. She did not last long so I took over all the shifts myself. I found in the back workroom of that flower shop respite … [Read more…]

Na(HIV)PoWriMo ± April 18, 2017

Jo Going After AIDS And then one night you came to me, like putting on a coat, and lifted me flying. Through phantasmagoric shifting geometries of light we traveled, me, ecstatic to be with you once more, and you in that familiar role—teacher, protector— now in this form: an assurance of being. I didn’t question. … [Read more…]

Na(HIV)PoWriMo ± April 15, 16, & 17, 2017

Michael Broder All the men I like to get fucked by All the men I like to get fucked by Are dealers T mostly, G too, but usually they want me To parTy not do G I’m still tryna lose my G cherry I was about to, now, with The Dark Lord, But he asked … [Read more…]

Na(HIV)PoWriMo ± April 15, 2017

Michael Angelo Tata From The Real Housewives of Nowhere TAMEKA My night has been insufferably empty without you like so many lost digits following the decimal point of a misguided fraction that has aspired to become an irrational number: talk about an identity crisis. The confused consumption of abstruse French philosophy, the laundering of electric … [Read more…]

Na(HIV)PoWriMo ± April 14, 2017

Thomas Goins From Steve Eve-less Adam— ushered in by silent trumpets populating a frame of prodigious foliage— you knew sensuality as I did when your teeth tore flesh from the grapefruit, and the pink anthurium, with its own phallus, shielded your cock as the rest of nature bared you for my curious eyes to swallow … [Read more…]

Na(HIV)PoWriMo ± April 13, 2017

Jason Schneiderman Mustache If there is a statute of limitations on sorrow, then let me celebrate Freddy Mercury’s mustache, which any Freudian will tell you, is sex, pure sex, on the face, though when I delivered the news of his death in the morning papers, I thought he looked a little silly and gaunt, and … [Read more…]