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One in a series of poems about men by Anna Halberstadt
‘Porn is a hell of not having … of infinite desire laid over the world on a screen.’
Spoon Jackson writes from prison of the freedom he enjoys as he flies: ‘My heart pounds behind no chest.’
Wood planks joining steps to porch marry, like ‘a kind of same-sexed couple’ at the front of an ancient farmhouse.
Rick Belden asks, what will become of him, now that women look right through him as if he weren’t there at all?
Daniel Lee Fee’s elegy for a young man describes the feelings “neither one of us guys / was brave enough, / simple enough, / to say, / to say out loud.”
Russell Kesler welcomes a family member who has not yet arrived.
Sometimes, marriage is like this.
The holidays can leave us desperate for human connection.
One man’s pleasureland is another man’s nightmare.
Near the end of a long life together, a husband finds himself alone with yet ” … promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.”
How does a man feel after sex? That depends upon the man and his history.
David Karpel tells an American story of persecution and flight: a family that can’t stop running.
The rhythm of Will Flores’ days are too uncomfortable to dance to, even alone.
Rick Belden confesses everything she makes him feel.