We are proud to present
Twenty-Three: The Summer Poetry Issue
of No Contact
CHANGING MY PRONOUNS @ HOME DEPOT LOL
by grace (ge) gilbert
I want a little tool belt to signify
the intent of the Phallic
POEM TO BE READ FROM RIGHT TO LEFT
by Nada Faris
that dust the choose
veins my into life speaks
cruising (1980)
by Cameron Gorman
later, I hear someone say yolked, meaning not eggshells but
strong, or looking strong, which maybe is what we want
The Midway
by Lena Crown
i had a drink at the bar beneath a laser light show about the Beatles
on the ceiling, only Ringo was a crab playing the maracas.
a brief lamentation
by Flourish Joshua
people say happiness is free, as if to say we pay for grief.
It Was All About the Same Damn Thing
by Jo Varnish
It was about the train—or more truly, the tracks—running across the high street and off towards the city, begging to be followed.
The River in Egypt
by Sophia Noulas
Excuse me, for not creating right now,
I am building Moments.
to the insomniac in fool’s spring
by Sophie van Waardenberg
there was a time, friend, when it all looked so good.
the seeds had whorled up green in the window.
The Shootist, the “Sicko,” and John: A Dylan Reflection
by Mason James
What does it mean to write a song for somebody?
