By: Elizabeth Galewski Desire Am I afflicted, or is this bliss?With just the thought of him,my stomach dips like riding a swing,or the first drop of a roller coaster.My pelvis blazes, a molten star.Arching my back, I grind my hips…

By: Sha Weï Valley of Forgotten Days I safekeep my childhood dewon the split endof your saltysailor hair I relive my forgotten daysin the fog-laden valleyof your unavailablelush dimple I hear my naked songbirdin your holistic thundersings the piercing wayhow…

By: Charles Gibson An empty, circular-shaped metal object,made to be a depository of waste,resides alone in a vacant space absentof inhabitants.Ready for service, the rubbish bin isalertly situated, lined with a thinplastic sealant in hopes of oneday fulfilling its true…