...Darren Donate © 2020 Darren Donate 2020 Darren Donate All Boys with Cut Tongues share a mouth a broken jaw the part in the story when someone said: let s make a man out of the boy. some boys make it difficult. hold still they say. no one ever wants to get their tongue plucked but why didn...

...Peter LaBerge Peter LaBerge Homosexuality Dear second tongue.    Dear ice-slicked snake caught in the throat. Dear most slender ghost in the whole mouth. Dear tongue of glass    underneath a pane of untouched snow, tongue of always...

... . Paris : Fayard , 1999 . Meryl Altman Why I Read (on Barbara Johnson, Mother Tongues: Sexuality, Trials, Motherhood, Translation [Harvard UP, 2003]) Who'd be a literary critic? The philosophers throw us out of the republic with the poets and other swampy-minded womanish...

... lacks self-respect. How can I tell you about loss the way it eats heathen street shoes the way loneliness dwarfs the tongue and courage can be a secret pact that keeps a family stick pinned together on heavy knees the way...

... boys are call it The Rez because all the streets wear the names of the dreamcatcher dead the way I wear my uncle’s bombardier jacket as if it holds the forlorn magic of a war in its stitching. Apache, Monoa, Seminole & the blocks droop their concrete tongues over...

... into crabgrass > our tongues catch our upper braces > there s no room for wisdom teeth in our jaws > we scream vowels & drool > Mom comes sprinting down the hill in > the mirror > we see twin veins sewn under one another s tongues > Mom tailgates in the left lane > our whol bdies r tngues > we writhe > try...

... eyed and mouthless and fat as I ingested in the nom storm. I was a dead tongue making out with a dead tongue stilled at the moment of swallowing. I was seated upright until I fell into a sea of flab fornication. Cute flaps, I fell into their slimy velvet elements as if all of their material...

... lips ring with strange rain Your taste buds dance as I put myself on your tongue My synapses sing like a suspect facing twenty-to-life You make me crumble // with your devastating gaze Your dominant assertiveness meets my gentle yielding Our labor of love . . . . . . You make me giddy like I m on horse...

.... Addressing nature as a public affair, viewed by means of quantum optics, requires also that we think of an according domain of a language public and a novel kind of coding literacy that does not make an absolute distinction between mother tongues and formal languages, or between letters and numbers...

...Stine An Copyright © 2020 Stine An 2020 Stine An Root Ah, do I like okay ammo, love, the untruth, magic harmonies, phosphorescence, ancestor kids & arti cial getting along with mourning orals? Ugh, do I dislike, hate & think odious rooms that sour sorry, threadbare tongues, shing to lose...

... a question mark. Let's talk about accents, tongues isolated. In any diner of the world, I know the scent of the streets of Madison. We might as well be wearing blindfolds for America. Everything has been said. The best metaphor I could conjure: a man...

...Halley Furlong-Mitchell © 2020 Halley Furlong-Mitchell 2020 Halley Furlong-Mitchell the ascent of what human from slime last night was the last night I drink the worm hang yellow from the cloth wrung out wearing your tongue in pieces I have died three times this minute and met no one damp...

... sluiced in sunburns refuse to widen for any sun blooming only when permitted at which time we swallow perfume & move warships with our tongues I have been removing cactus spines from my sides since winter trimming others that have gone on so silently a small sky twirls open reveals a steady light one...

... is filled with lightbulbs. I’ve had pain in my tongue. I’ve stitched a pretty dress made of licorice. I’ve walked through the garden of misery. The trees spoke Spanish and their bark tasted like aspirin. I met a sensational horse named Jalapeño...

... and rolled in waves, like the windy prairie where I was born. Her pink tongue swept stray apple chunks from around her mouth. I wondered if she had lips. She stood to her full height, reaching for an apple high in the branches. Her body was shapely: trunk thighs widening into hips...

...Alexis Sears © 2021 Alexis Sears 2021 Alexis Sears On the Appearance of Angels There are days I want to eat the moon, to tear it up with coffee-scented teeth, to flick it with my tongue. Swallow. Choke. Cough up little incandescent stars. On windy nights in Baltimore, I wear sweatpants...

... fried eggs, white gravy, biscuits, sweet ice tea, then sits in the aqueous light of his cell: thin ghost baptized in extravagant spit, exiled from the one home he knows, the taste of desire still alive on his tongue. ...

...Carrie Shipers © 2009 the minnesota review 2009 Carrie Shipers Target Practice Opening day of deer season, my uncle aimed his new gun. I rolled my eyes, stuck out my tongue. He cocked his finger, knocking...

... it, squinting out into desert, my mouth is small and singular and speaks with a foreign tongue. I know now that God can t hear me, know that God s not listening. minnesota review 99 (2022) DOI 10.1215/00265667-9992802 © 2022 Cindy King 8 ...

... like origami swans, pressed against pages,       smothered between voices,       between tongues, behind       teeth. Mama says she won’t go back to him, to his pink ginger skin that savored of bitterness but still, cleansed her palette so well...