Teeth and mushrooms, pulled from their tender beds unceremoniously in ‘dentist’s foraging’ by Chris White.
You don’t know if I want you to touch me but I do
What do the climate crisis, capitalism and crushes have in common? Terror, for one. Read, ‘You don’t know if I want you to touch me but I do’ to find out the rest.
Pausanias Explains My Sexuality to Me
In a fit of surreal uneroticism, Dani Yourukova goes to rope class with their flatmate’s Tinder date and has a cry in front of some conspicuously well-adjusted members of the kink community.
‘celestia’ chronicles a messy, magical night of first queer intimacy through both the cinematic and the silly details you fixate on while knowing you will remember something forever.
For what it’s worth
‘For what it’s worth’ is a poem penned in a frantic reflection of the intoxicating and often nauseating sensation of falling in love when you are young.
Imagine you’ve got trauma. Imagine they say the way to heal is to think a lot about it while watching something move back and forward really fast. Imagine it starts to… help?
Waterview Tunnel song
This poem is about the absurdity of love, tunnels, Tinder, and singing in the car.
‘floodgates; is a poem from kī anthony that tiptoes around self-actualisation, desire, and mutual destruction.
i don’t think necromancy is something you put on a cv
How do you mend the ache in your body that screams “something should be here”? Rebecca Lester doesn’t know, so she wrote this instead.
Small Town Gay in the City
Mary Mosteller writes a jaded love letter to Uber in this punch-drunk poem.