Poem by Frank Reardon

While Her Legs Rest Upon My Shoulders

milk honey circles
underneath, inside
her thighs

crushed Pina colada
strawberry
smoothie

parted lips

a circle
a remedy

cunt grips
speaks

Lew Welch things, floating

through
motion, evolution,
thoughtless, weightless
devotion

an upward arrow, forcefully

pounding
the eye
of the wettest tangerine.

Frank Reardon was born in 1974 in Boston, Massachusetts and spent his first 28 years living there. Since then, he has lived all over the country, in places such as Alabama, Kansas City and Rhode Island. He currently lives in the Badlands of North Dakota, still looking for a way to get out. Frank has been published in various reviews, journals and online zines. His first poetry collection, Interstate Chokehold, was published by NeoPoiesis Press in 2009, The seconds titled: Nirvana Haymaker was published by NeoPoiesis Press in 2012. Frank just released his Third collection of poetry in November of 2013 titled: Blood Music from Punk Hostage Press. Frank is currently working on an untitled novel and slowly putting together another collection of poetry.

Stacy Esch lives and works in West Chester, Pennsylvania, teaching English at West Chester University. Digital art and photography are the twin passions that compete alongside her interest in writing, reading, songwriting, and gardening. She has previously published work at Turkshead Review and wordriver literary review. She is currently selling a calendar through Spruce Alley Press.