This is S.A. Harper’s third and possibly final collection of erotic poetry. (This book is being published in the spring of 2025. The way things are going, it doesn’t take a pessimist to imagine the erasure of all things erotic or sexual.) So, while they’re still legal to publish, own, and peruse, enjoy Harper’s latest poems. There are squirrels and rocks that look like whales, Red Hots and gummy snakes, crepe paper streamers and itchy ropes. And boinking. Poetically.
There are no content and/or trigger warnings. Yes, people are doing sex stuff and using sex words. But it’s poetry. You can handle it.
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