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***ALL IN THE FAMILY ALTERNATING CURRENTS: ORIGINAL PEOPLE, HETERODICKS AND HETERODOCS [5+-+-+-+-+-]
A mixed genre piece by Gerard Sarnat
In the Co-op, hippies nodded, Nice bandana on her!
At the park, Japanese grandparents smiled, She’s so sweet.
The child’s 102 year-old great-grandma wrote after I emailed
a photo, Eli's kid looks more like a girl than the girl. Love, Mom.
A Gift (Not of the Magi)
A short story by Alice Benson
Amy eyed the box. It was the right size for a scarf or maybe a purse. Holding her breath, she lifted the cover to find pink silk and black lace. Picking up a pair of panties, she dangled them between two fingers like a dead animal. Crotch-less, she noticed. Some styles really are classic and timeless.
a point at which everything changes: self-pleasure in four acts
Fiction by Samantha Wallen
In the dark space of the Fox Movie Theater, in a small Wyoming town, I was pulled toward the pleasure of my own body. As little orphan Annie lived her hard-knock life on the big screen and wished for parents and a home of her own, I discovered my clitoris. It wasn’t the first time.
A short story by Jeannette Perosa
He comes to her some nights. It’s been that way since she found him staring at her from the dark; when the sky was void of stars. It took her a while to let her mind wander as her body became fulfilled, allowing herself to be with another man. It was an arrangement— a secret—one from which she mutually benefitted.
Body Sex un-Haiku
Poetry by Aleticia KS Tijerina
Art of Love’s trope
Has produced one hundred modes
Our mortal pleasures divine
Our sex tours de force
A poem by Lauren Cerruto
Our first date, he unbuckled to show me his
favorite souvenir from Glastonbury: a cracked
brown leather belt, an inch and a half wide,
soft pliable hide that flexes and folds,
Careless Whispers and Cut Glass
A short story by Valerie Brundage
The boys they laugh and swipe and pull at my bra straps. I water down my scotch because someone's filled it up again without me watching, and I don't know exactly who did exactly what.
I wasn't a scotch person until Mark introduced me to its velvet pleasure.
Chapter 15 of Trompe-l'oeil
Fiction by Russell Bittner
As Kit became absorbed in opening one of the champagne bottles, Daneka studied him and wondered where he—and the champagne—would take them. He filled the two flutes, handed one to her and raised his own.
“To the future of stories and story-telling,” he said.
A short story by Kona Morris
You knew just what you were doing back in 1989 when you took your maniacal babyfaced J.D. and rode his dark sunglasses and cackling smile into the chasm of my nine-year-old heart.
A poem by Aimee Herman
Our first kiss was messy.
Your soot tongue was Keith Haring graffiti and mine was overripe New Jersey tomato, but we made it work.
You read me the dirt beneath your fingernails and I asked you questions
Complaint to Her Old, Empty Purse
A poem by Judy Swann
To you, Big P, and to no other squeeze,
I complain, because you’re busted
or on strike or lost your keys
as winter roars in and your gray hairs freeze.
A poem by Julene Tripp Weaver
I want to slide up to you
make all your big city fears come true
country boy, you watch your wallet so careful
stand over us, protect your turf
A short story by David W. Landrum
Lennie woke, about 3 a.m., from his wife touching him. He knew when he reached for her that she had taken off the nightgown she always wore to bed. They usually made love on Wednesday night, but both were tired and had gone to sleep.
A short story by Elaine Barnard
I weigh three hundred pounds. Even when I tip the scales it’s still three hundred. Clinically I’m obese, morbidly obese. “Obese,” I understand, but “morbid” I do not. It sounds ghoulish as if I’m some kind of monster, as if I willed myself to be this way.
A poem by Kathie Giorgio
I am warm and waking-drowsy
when you come into our bed
bearing coffee and cheese danish
and baring yourself too.
The Fine Line Between Transcendence and Impropriety
A poem by MK Punky
Making love with windows open
Sneaky breeze our messenger
Cries and screams
Out and in
the First night
Flash fiction by Olivia Arieti
Before dating Arthur, Nancy had quite a few stories but this time it was different; the guy, young and most handsome, possessed a seductive charm that highly contrasting with his austere demeanour, kept their bodies at an unusual distance.
From my Bhutan Diary, 1973-74
Poetry by R.K. Singh
In labours' colony
she is coupled
whole night and gets
abused and flogged
A poem by Cassie Osvatics
You're the only one I've lied to besides myself.
I've gotten really good at lying.
A poem by Kathleen Murphey
What does Girl mean?
“Sugar and spice and everything nice”
Thanks to expressions like “Go Girl!” and “Girlfriend!”
Today, in America, “girl” refers to any human female
Girls Like That
A poem by Bron Bateman
She knows exactly what I like.
girls with short hair girls with striped shirts
and cuffs unbuttoned that hang below their wrists
How to Seduce Me
A poem by Shawn Aveningo Sanders
Forget the restaurant.
at Zagat’s number one pick.
Cook for me.
In the Shower
A poem by Krisann Janowitz
In the shower,
I remember my
I touch my bare
A poem by Lauren Hudgins
Lot's wife looked.
The Lady of Shallot looked
A monologue by Martha Patterson
So, I was in this play in college – I was a virgin in real life, right? – I was only 18, and it was a period play, and I was the leading lady, and there I am in my Victorian lace dress, and this guy was playing my husband, and right there on stage during a performance, he was supposed to kiss me, only suddenly it was his tongue in my mouth!
Little Red Corvette
A mixed genre piece by Leah Rogin-Roper and Natalia Aramovich
Mom always loved Prince and so many Sunday mornings started with “Little Red Corvette” that I knew all the words. When she slid the cassette into the player in the car and asked me if I knew what metaphors were, I shrugged.
Love Ballad Of The Lonely Octopus
A poem by Yrik-Max Valentonis
I live in an aquarium, waiting upon her desire
with beautiful exotic fish
a moving painting, an aquatic pornography.
She calls me her sexy sushi.
A poem by Nora Cox
as we settle into one another
if this is our mode of
provides a certain
A short story/essay by T.C. Mill
I admit, I debated titling this “(Wo)manifesto,” but have decided not to for two reasons: first, it has more than a few things to do with men as well, and second, perhaps most importantly, the wordplay would be, in my not terribly humble yet honest opinion, far too cute.
A short story by Kawika Guillermo
Its dance caused my nails to extend past the palm rest until they minutely scratched the down-sloped curves of the plastic grated floor. I fidgeted in my seat. Never had I seen a pure-blooded human without an impregnated egg sack before.
On the New Guy in the Office Next to Mine
A poem by Adrienne Christian
I could say Hey
To the reading this Thursday?
I’ll come if you come.
One More Time
A poem by Aurora M. Lewis
Keep him hidden in a place deep inside
where memories of gentle words, muscled
calves laced with mine hide
The thrust of pelvis, breast to chest
One PINK LINE
A nonfiction story by Danielle Davis
I hear the toilet flush and I cringe, curling my naked body up into a ball in my childhood bedroom. I feel the all too familiar shame that washes over me whenever Jack and I have sex while Dad is away at his weekly chemo appointments. I lie there, waiting for Jack to return, and wonder if this is how I’m supposed to feel.
Our Culture Protests. . . But Not If She’s . . .
A poem by Gayle Bell
I spoke with a cabbie today. He was amazed that I’m clean and sober for decades. How did you do it he exclaimed. Well, the Lord; I off hand, that and the aa/na sis/brohood. We don’t have that in my community. No re-hab, no self-help places. Our community is small in a large area.
A poem by Kat Abrams
that these words
Pissing Off the Side of the Row Boat into the Salamonie Reservoir Night Fishing
A poem by Dawn Cunningham Hines
The night is muggy, my pussy sweats
like a cat thrown in the pool . . .
even a cool down thought aspires
bladder into action.
A short story by Jaap Boekestein
The blond guy with the deep blue eyes walked up to her and fired away: “Hi, you are Sally, aren't you? I am Mike, a friend of the groom. I loved the way you did that solo during the ceremony. You are in a band? I play the sax myself.”
Sally put away her violin and looked him over.
A poem by Rich Murphy
The storybook's pages popped out
into the rooms of the house where she
now lives. Every house on her street
was constructed in the same manner.
Queen of Thistles
A poem by Crystal Rothenwander
You say, “Loneliness flows along the rivers”
Cupping my left breast, a pear in your hand.
You say, “Energy changes forms but never dies.”
I am a free agent of the metaphysical realm.
A short story by Ty Spencer Vossler
Lucia was precocious, capable of seeing mathematical possibilities overlooked by peers. She was sociable, worked well with nearly everyone, and was easy on the eye. This final factor explained her popularity at male-dominated math conferences. Yet, math researchers were only as good as their latest results.
A poem by Tracey Stein
In the passenger seat of the car I feel my mind spin and jolt
like on one of the rides they are working so hard to construct for this weekend’s fair.
The rides that my father always says are put up way too quickly,
and couldn’t be safe at all.
The Ruby Threads in Your Hair
A short story by Nina Fosati
Heather agrees to spend the week between Christmas and New Year in Tennessee with Robin. They stay with Robin’s grandmother who lives in an old farmhouse without central heat or running water. Every morning they clatter down the stairs to inhale the delicious food as if they are starving.
A poem by Virginia Chase Sutton
After one dreadful sexual experience,
both of us unsatisfied, after you shove
into my snatch, me wanting you out,
you calm on the quarter moon.
The Sperm Bank
Flash fiction by Nancy Stohlman
We have a wide variety of sperm here the receptionist said, and all our donors are on a strict vegetarian diet and workout regimen. They consume no sugar, white flour, dairy, meat, fermented foods of any kind and of course no drugs or alcohol. No porn and 8 hours sleep per night.
Tangled Up in Pink
A poem by Ruth Sajonje
Early one morning
the unforgiving sun of the sub-Sahara was shining
and I was lying in bed
wondering if I had changed at all
A poem by Lytton Bell
Body, Rope, Stretch, Loom
All roads begin and end here, in the framework of living flesh
Siddhi, Shakti, grant me vision
Let me take delight in common things: in stillness, in laughter
They Must Be Virgins
A poem by Gene Goldfarb
So they laugh in mirrors,
in tissues, sideways in rosy guilt
their hands up
near teeth-skinning knuckles
time for dreams
A poem by Linda M. Crate
my body is my own
i am more than the sum of my sex
so if you could see me as something more
To My Lover
A poem by Audree Tara
To my lover, who has outlived your usefulness…
No longer embraced by the darkness you exhume…
Covered in the reality that you no longer cure my heart.
I walk amongst the flowers now
A short story by Kim Idol
Looking for someone to spend a couple of hours with this afternoon. Friendly, fun, oral (and otherwise) sex until it's time to go. Need to meet at a neutral location. What do you say?
An oil on canvas painting by Ava Bird
Upon Consulting a Geologist
A poem by Sarah Thursday
the geologist says
you need less abrasion
and more eruption in your life
she says my sedimentary
A poem by Lisa DeSiro
We are the color of nobody’s flesh.
Our pseudo-skin flawless, hairless.
We are only semi-
Wendy and Peter Pan
A short story by Betina Cipher
The clock in the otherwise silent hall intoned the hour of twelve, ringing in Wendy Darling’s eighteenth birth-day. It was a windless night, yet some of the shadows in the room were moving; Wendy, still wide-awake in her bed, was too preoccupied to give them much notice.
The 120-Second Workout
A short story by Carla Stern
I put the seat back in my hybrid, placed the pillow behind my head and shut my eyes. Not sleeping, not resting. I cracked the window: it was still summer, oppressive and close. I had the familiar Ambien aura around my eyes and tingling around my pussy from when I had masturbated at 4 am.