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Hold Hands Fingers laced grasp of trust— affection Hug, aka Embrace Encircle enwrap arms firmly press bodies firmly— nuzzle clavicles On Love’s Highest Art: The Kiss Study first her lips with your lips only then slip tongues gingerly (for further study google searchRoy Lichtenstein Kiss II 1964) Re: Cunnilingus #1Continue Reading

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after Katrina Agbayani though i spent much of my life trying.chased the barrels like i’d never known the rush of dizziness.clutched the mane of a living thing like we were one and the same.rode bareback in winter like my favorite childhood movie.somewhere in a box left in my childhood homeContinue Reading

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if you ever leave me I’m coming with you pass me the fruit we can shed our old skin I won’t mind the bitter bite the second slice we wasted years not knowing but I’ve always been curved at your side you build the fire I’ll suck the marrow fromContinue Reading

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BB was a beekeeper. An advocate of the apiary arts. He wrote several tomes on the subject. It was not how he made a living, but how he loved living. Everyone called him “BB.” BB had six sons. Each of BB’s sons, known as GBs, had six sons, known asContinue Reading

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The bar attracts its failures, the strangest get in free,one man calls himself the infectious consonant,he cancels every engagement, blaming his grandmother’s face,and nothing sickens himexcept the nausea he gets when looking at thorns The black and white lips by the jukeboxspray out a bond of laughter,they belong to aContinue Reading

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We are parasites, bulbous bodies entangled,Swarming atop nests of rotten flesh, fightingAnd crowding on an already choked planet,A hive mind of greed and gluttony, evil oozingFrom our pores, sickly brown muck slickingOur palms as we tear through dying matter. Our bulging guts and sunken eyes scan forNourishment as we traverseContinue Reading

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The clock in the hall marks each drowsing hour, and the housecat keeps watch. Tucked under a warm blanket and pastel sheets, I sleep and dream. In the morning, there’s coffee and quiet conversation, here with my family that isn’t blood but family the same. We’ll sit on the porchContinue Reading

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a Creative Latin Composition Inspired by Bernard Rose’s Candyman (1992)1 INTRA DIAETAM CDIV — NOCTE2 MOVENS CUM HELENĀ Helena3 per diaetam discussam viam dat, lucillā4 facis semitam illuminanti. INTRA BALNEUM — NOCTE Helena armario medicamentorum pendenti in pariete se opponit5; quod6 tarde aperit. In inani lumen luteum longe fulget. Animum7 augens illaContinue Reading

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I have accepted that in this life I have a physical body and that I pushed it to extremes. I am a three-time Mr. Cascade and twice Eagle. I have dragged semi-trucks. And I have held airplanes back from flying. But there has always been something missing. When people tellContinue Reading

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Roger Camp is the author of three photography books including the award winning Butterflies in Flight, Thames & Hudson, 2002 and Heat, Charta, Milano, 2008. His work has appeared in numerous journals including The New England Review, Phoebe, Folio and the New York Quarterly. His work is represented by theContinue Reading