From the Archive: Anne Baldo (CAROUSEL 18)

From the Archive: Anne Baldo (CAROUSEL 18)

ANNE BALDO Like Money Everyone Will Use You & It Won’t Even Matter Stuck on the tongue,sour,like the pillyou cannot swallow your wordsare meaningless asfragmented hieroglyphicsyou talk in the calligraphyof valentines — beautiful but wasted. So don’t apologizefor your absenceas you walk awaydon’t say remembering people is so hard. Reduce usto a mere glitch of the heart. I will wait for youbut in the arms of other men. Like Money Everyone Will Use You …appeared

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From the Archive: bill bissett (CAROUSEL 18)

From the Archive: bill bissett (CAROUSEL 18)

BILL BISSETT ther was a strangr cum 2 town   that longpurpul nite      all th kiyots gone 2 sleepevreewun was krashd yu cudint see a thingth fog was sew cum in th smothring blankit th knarlee perls inth sky   promising whatyu cud nevr get heer sum say ther was abarn door   creek   in th aweful moon lite   sumherd a roostr crow   way b4 dawn  ther was astrangr cum 2

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From the Archive: Allison Chow (CAROUSEL 17)

From the Archive: Allison Chow (CAROUSEL 17)

ALLISON CHOW Some Three Hours in the Evening of August Sixteenth When I Am Nineteen One of my grandfathers looks like a Chinese Dustin Hoffman. He has gotten more handsome with age. When we go out to restaurantson SaturdaysI open doors for himbecause he is decades olderthan I ambut morebecause my reverencefor him cannot be containedsilentlyor only within me. Really it is my honourto open doors for him. Some Three Hours in the Evening…appeared in

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From the Archive: Dunja Lukic (CAROUSEL 16)

From the Archive: Dunja Lukic (CAROUSEL 16)

DUNJA LUKIC December 1992 I. It was in the shadows of a dark first winterwhen the stars were frozen in the night domeand even with our spinningwe couldn’t shake them from the skyheld our hungry mouths openwaiting for those falling universes to explode on our tongues expectant hoping our bellies would be swollen with stars. II. With wide seven year old eyes that same winter the sky was colorless it was snowing I saw stars

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From the Archive: John B. Lee (CAROUSEL 16)

From the Archive: John B. Lee (CAROUSEL 16)

JOHN B. Lee Drugging the Fishes It seemsthe things we flushare drugging the fishesin New York City, for instancethere’s enough Prozacin the East Riverto keepthe herring happy as housewivesin sitcoms all seasonproblem is — they’ve lost theirinterest in spawning, soif and when the males come-a-milting(though they mostly come-a-tilting)they keep their eggsto themselves, their roe in sacks like bobblesthey’re so swim-dizzy they’ve lost all desireeven the words ‘oviparous,spontaneous myosis, external fertilization,egg vent’leave them cold-blooded …even the

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From the Archive: Brian Burke (CAROUSEL 15)

From the Archive: Brian Burke (CAROUSEL 15)

BRIAN BURKE Hibiscus iguanas hide in the drain pipesof a twenty-foot walloutside our studio doorfeed on the hibiscuscamouflaged from gamekeepersintent on banishing themto the lush green golf coursebeside the ocean the iguana journey back hang on overhead palm branches bury themselves in small rock crevices dig out shaded caves near the shore & finally stretch their necks out of the drain-piped wall of rock cautious but dreaming also of rain of gamekeepers & of dinosaurs

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From the Archive: D.N. Simmers (CAROUSEL 15)

From the Archive: D.N. Simmers (CAROUSEL 15)

D.N. SIMMERS Letting an Umbrella Open Into the Wind                                     I let                                                                 an umbrella                        

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Reading Queer in the GTA (5)

Reading Queer in the GTA (5)

BÄNOO ZAN The Land of Orange Blossoms * You journey to me I circle your squarelike a pilgrim farewellto Kaaba Your womenin farmers’ market sell me herbs of memoryin floral dresses I’m a babyat their breasts drinking the milk of blood letting go of water Your mentoil in fields ofabundance smelling the difference between rice and books Relatives take me inknowing I’m notone of them Friends keep me aliveto confront them After all these yearsyou

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Reading Queer in the GTA (4)

Reading Queer in the GTA (4)

KAMILA RINA Imprints                                                  Last night, my ass pressed against the sink, the dish drainer rattling behind me, my teeth against your shoulders, your arm holding me up, my skirt pushed up past my hip on one side, the fingers of your other hand moved inside me in an elegant dance. Like ballet underwater, the steps fanned out in all directions: point up, reach deep, tug forward toward my pubic bone, twist and turn, sweep to

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Reading Queer in the GTA (3)

Reading Queer in the GTA (3)

KIRBY 3:52 PM It’s Wednesday(all this time thought it was Tuesday) adult peeps just off N. Sylvanialast booth on the right ajar construction worker tank jeans wide opencock juts out rigid hard raging lit by moaning straight porn breathtaking says nothing smokes transfixed on screen pretendsthey don’t see me enter kneel stare   weep   wonder   imaginebefore god almighty living god in your mouthyour all of you given over to your godno holding back

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Reading Queer in the GTA (2)

Reading Queer in the GTA (2)

KHASHAYAR MOHAMMADI Pillow’s Kiss (excerpted from Moe’s Skin) Pillow’s kiss past midnight’s stroke and doze down the fugueof highway tunes. Up, up and away — past mall-lit windows wemigrate between, bootleg DVDs and cider house blues wherehatred blossoms in plastic-bagged opacity, past the hooka-smokinggirls lustfully eyeing lustful men in blue.Feel like a god, but slip on Moe’s Skin.A new motto for massage chair afternoons:“Don’t frown! You’ll slip.”A single leaf behind an iPod case;a Djinn in

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Reading Queer in the GTA (1)

Reading Queer in the GTA (1)

TANIS FRANCO I Regret My Actions Up Until Now I rescheduled too many times but I actuallydo like you. This night is reminding methat I want to get over my avoidantnature. Something about those steely cloudsoutside, the fact that my roses have persistentpests, and the man who shot people justhaving an ordinary dinner on the Danforthlast night. We were going to have dinnerthis week. Today, my perfect bedroom rugwas delivered and it stood outside in

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