TQ5 Poetry Contest

he’s snapped awake and he’s drowning. the boy left behind, a vulgar warmth gathered around his sex, […]

the boy detective’s wet dream by sam sax

Let go of your old life. The Friday evenings on the patio, the weddings, first days at […]

It is early and I have no one to trust. The sun wrestles wildly about me, […]

There was a word I was taught not to say in the gym, or on the basketball […]

What a blast! Crossing the community yard, ketchup on our lips, chocolate milk fresh as a hiccup, […]

after Adam Falkner Danny in the scrum & his hands are meadowlarks, their fulvous ascent. Danny […]

If all I ever become is twenty eight stalks of corn that would be enough, I think. […]

Do you remember the days of the Texas cornfield roads? Our rented house hiding between fields of […]

Being tornado, being wind-stuck, Being swamp-swallowed and forgotten, being Gangster-gone-ghost. Being leaking And prohibited. Being rugged Smirk […]

On the sixth day the fire began to hawk spectacle and risk like a circus on the […]

I want you to imagine a box. Inside the box, the shadow of the hospital where […]

The book fell off the bed and I am not sure I’ll ever pick it up like […]