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Allison Hummel

Kimiko Hirota

Austin Beaton

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Our hosts Logen Cure and I.S. Jones review their favs from our Fall 2017 issue!(Get caught up on Fall 2017 here: https://soundcloud.com/voicemailpoems/sets/voicemail-poems-fall-2017)This installment features poems by Kimiko Hirota, Austin Beaton, and Kai River Blevins. Music by TrueKey. (@truekey).&gt;&gt; The deadline to submit to our Winter Issue is December 1st:http://voicemailpoems.org/call&gt;&gt; Help us made more of these by supporting us on Patreon!http://patreon.com/voicemailpoems&gt;&gt; Review us on iTunes:https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/voicemail-poems-.org/id847081003

Our hosts Logen Cure and I.S. Jones review their favs from our Fall 2017 issue! (Get caught up on Fall 2017 here: <a href="https://soundcloud.com/voicemailpoems/sets/voicemail-poems-fall-2017" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">https://soundcloud.com/voicemailpoems/sets/voicemail-poems-fall-2017</a>) This installment features poems by Kimiko Hirota, Austin Beaton, and Kai River Blevins. Music by TrueKey. (@truekey). &gt;&gt; The deadline to submit to our Winter Issue is December 1st: <a href="http://voicemailpoems.org/call" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://voicemailpoems.org/call</a> &gt;&gt; Help us made more of these by supporting us on Patreon! <a href="http://patreon.com/voicemailpoems" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://patreon.com/voicemailpoems</a> &gt;&gt; Review us on iTunes: <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/voicemail-poems-.org/id847081003" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/voicemail-poems-.org/id847081003</a>

*FALL 2017* Poems by Kimiko Hirota, Austin Beaton, & Kai River Blevins

(after Jacqui Germain)Tells me that I’ve spent enough timeantagonizing him, corrupting his divinename, condemning the thinly veiled violencein his bones.He demands that I forgivehis unrelenting presence,forbids me from saying all that I’ve learnedabout him – like     Man is the aftertaste of disgusted stares.or    Man comes alive when hardened fist meets pliant ribcage,	his laughter                 exposed                        by the sudden crack.or    Man says my mouth is a broken levee, my voice        an unwelcome flood (softly) wearing down        the fang of him.or    I know there is something powerful about queer blood.	Why else would Man be drawn like a rabid beast	to the iron of me?or    Man begs silently for the warmth of desire, for open arms,        for hands that no longer grasp at his throat.or    Man is a leech, a broken mirror, a wounded animal –	small and fragile and desperate and defeated.or    Man has turned my family against me.	Man has turned my family against me.        Man has turned my family against me.or    Man has turned my family against themselves.or    I was born into the hands of a doctor who sucked	Woman from my throat, filled my gasping	lungs with the drought of Man.or    I was born into the hands of a doctor who worshipped Man.	What chance did I have?---------------------------------------SUPPORT US ON PATREON: http://patreon.com/voicemailpoems http://voicemailpoems.org/guidelines http://facebook.com/voicemailpoems http://twitter.com/voicemailpoems http://voicemailpoems.org/thepodcast

(after Jacqui Germain) Tells me that I’ve spent enough time antagonizing him, corrupting his divine name, condemning the thinly veiled violence in his bones. He demands that I forgive his unrelenting presence, forbids me from saying all that I’ve learned about him – like Man is the aftertaste of disgusted stares. or Man comes alive when hardened fist meets pliant ribcage, 	his laughter exposed by the sudden crack. or Man says my mouth is a broken levee, my voice an unwelcome flood (softly) wearing down the fang of him. or I know there is something powerful about queer blood. 	Why else would Man be drawn like a rabid beast 	to the iron of me? or Man begs silently for the warmth of desire, for open arms, for hands that no longer grasp at his throat. or Man is a leech, a broken mirror, a wounded animal – 	small and fragile and desperate and defeated. or Man has turned my family against me. 	Man has turned my family against me. Man has turned my family against me. or Man has turned my family against themselves. or I was born into the hands of a doctor who sucked 	Woman from my throat, filled my gasping 	lungs with the drought of Man. or I was born into the hands of a doctor who worshipped Man. 	What chance did I have? --------------------------------------- SUPPORT US ON PATREON: <a href="http://patreon.com/voicemailpoems" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://patreon.com/voicemailpoems</a> <a href="http://voicemailpoems.org/guidelines" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://voicemailpoems.org/guidelines</a> <a href="http://facebook.com/voicemailpoems" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://facebook.com/voicemailpoems</a> <a href="http://twitter.com/voicemailpoems" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://twitter.com/voicemailpoems</a> <a href="http://voicemailpoems.org/thepodcast" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://voicemailpoems.org/thepodcast</a>

"Man Gets Tired of Being in the Spotlight" by Kai River Blevins