Submissions by dr_strawbridge

In this city it always rains. There are embers
in the streets but the water won't wash
away the flames.  Sky cries like children,
begging for respite.  We are Resolve.  

Butch and hard femme knocking on
your windowsill for fresh apple pie and a garage
with an automatic door and three cars piled high.  
We open word documents to process all

the reality spilling from our teevees.
We hope for the days of armegeddon
and the life in the world that came
all over our faces.  The flames risen

from gas stoves coffee shops stuck ...

A touch of sprinkles on
your birthday cupcake, one
candle (twenty would never fit).

The lights out in the living room
a kiss to feel the moon's cool
blue. We're living in a den
of thieves, always kissing for self,
color, and pleasure.

The back bisected
by a strap. The waist displaced
by red silk and lace.

You want to believe that
there is honor among thieves, but
the way we crash through doors at
night, stealing our bodies from
the light; that melting red and blue

the violet hue, well,

it's...

In the darkness a drab dragon stole all our cash.
I am broken glass stubbed toes poured over faux pas,
And needle prick bitches cannot breathe me.
No dragon can take blood from my veins and light from my dawn.

I look like helter skelter guns sheltered in
strawberry fields feeling wine vibes and hood rat
friends. An alchoholic cat feels my pain so we strain
to raise the money to combat the king and all his fat.

Dragon hunters are not so shy, they say things,
like, "Man," and, "Dawg," you know, like,
what I mean, man? It's...

She awoke in her bed as she always had. A bright ray of sunlight cast across her face and settled just outside of her eyelids. She removed the sheets slowly, revealing her naked legs. She had stopped shaving when she was much younger, though her hair was not thick and currly like so many men she had seen and forgotten. She felt from her ankles, and up her thighs; the soft fuzz felt right brushed against her fingers.
     She sat up and walked over to her nightstand. A large mirror and toiletries before her, she shifted through the pile for a stick of deoderant. Like her, the deodorant was...