Section » Fall 2005
Andrew
Even in our moments of most profound intimacy, I have always harbored a deep resentment for Andrew. There are few revelations more painful than the recognition of one’s own position of formal superiority over one who is essentially finer, better, more beautiful, more vital. Mark
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The Hopeless Case
is it romantic if I say that I love long walks in the rain with wide meandering conversations that take an hour as the water drips from my chin and that I love the time afterwards my skin sliding on the sheets my chest slick with sweat – and later coming loudly as I watch the sun break through
Submit
Power, dominance, submission, love, respect. What do any of these things mean? I wonder, as I enter your room, whether it’s too late to be thinking about this. After all, ten minutes from now my hands will be bound tight behind my back and you will slip a blindfold over my wide eyes. Is this what
Zen Photographer
Be still the man who takes the pictures said. I heard it this way perhaps because I needed to: Still, be. – Corey Mesler has been a book reviewer, fiction editor, university press sales rep, grant committee judge, father and son. With his wife he owns Burke’s
I Wonder (excerpt)
(iv) there’s no you in this story – cause everyone knows it all comes to an end when the man moves in time to put away the heels, the fancy undies, unlace the corset though there’s been the odd dalliance and will it betray you all to know that some nights I want to hang up the tiara and be the
Christmas Lights in October
(a temporal study) They ripped that dress he loved so much, the one with slits up to her hips, neckline down to her navel. The one she wore that night with the fuck me shoes in the middle of October; before the first snowfall and during the last downpour. The one she wore that night he drove six hours in
Ode to a Blowjob
Though many years now lie between us still I think about my penis covered in your lips, enchanting, and it’s hard to keep from panting. Lying in my bed, erected, enjoying blowjobs, recollected, fantasizing of lost loves… as Hamlet said “Aye there’s the rub.” See, even though
Dictation
written in the skin and on trial the execution of dreamspeech at 4am we breathe sex at 5 we watch the wolves gather the sweat becoming that much sexier. – Jordan Fry enjoys cigars in the morning, hot sex in the afternoon and whisky in the evening. He publishes, edits and writes all sorts of things.
