poetry

This looks like a photo that’s been edited to appear almost drawn. Featured is a group of people waiting at some kind of bus stop-shelter. The photo is shot from above, like from a drone or the window of an apartment overlooking the stop. Of the people there, you can clearly make out a man talking to two women.

Site of Desire

Emotional as in congratulations, mental illness runs in the family. Also, coronary heart disease.

A four color image on a white background. In the center, three women wearing grecian dresses raise an offering toward the sky. They are outlined in blue with a light blue over color, and some yellow over wash on the bottom. On the edges, two piles of spirals sit under two black line illustrations of Lofi girl, a girl with bangs wearing headphones and a sweater and sitting with her head on one hand, looking pensive. A yellow circle is behind each illustration. The lofi girls face each other.

An ode to the cybernetic patron saint of work and procrastination, Lofi girl.

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.

A surreal watercolour painting of a black sky, red sea, and green creatures. Many planets seem to rise in the sky, and there appear to be gohsts and amoebas coming out of the sea.

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.

An illustrated image of shooting stars, with a band of lighter color around the edge. The image is in blues and purples.

Runaway

A new poem by Samantha Bohatsch.

sparks from a fire fly through dark night air

god//dess

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…

A series of tree branches lit with flash in the dark.

“I Hunt Men at Night” // “Pretentious Bitch”

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…

An image with a pink background and "Do I watch too much porn?" repeated in varying shades of red to pink glitter text

QUESTION OF ORGASM JUST FLOATING OUT

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…

TAKING FORM

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…