Rock Zen #11 “They say that in war/ Truth be the first casualty.” […]
Rock Zen #11 “They say that in war/ Truth be the first casualty.” […]
ACT I The first dog I ever lovedWas not one I personally ownedHe taught me SpanishWell, maybe he introduced me to itEither wayHe always made me laugh as a child Escucha, salsa music The man […]
Concentric Circles I loved a man once who would say Watchand cover his mouth with his fistand heave into it, tip his head backto puff smoke out from deep inside,and I knew he wanted me […]
Shit maybe it’s not a fun world Oh wait I just remembered gorillas can do sign language On the news there is footage of a hotel exploding Charts of diseases spreading, images of cities burning, […]
Not that you are gone But that you are going And not that you are far From going intothat which you keep going outand about. But that your eyes twitch Like a white flower bud […]
Four lesbians on a motorcycle in BangkokSeven lesbian poems locked in a prisonFive black lesbian poems, forty-seven straight white editors14 recovered Evangelical editors, all whiteThis little queer went to SubmittableBurning down the lesbian poems100 non-binary […]
my DNA boils in a soup pot. in go my brain pills.greta, what should i do about the environment?existential sadness will not grant me a house in the woods,a golden retriever, a job that pays […]
in response to a dr. phil soundboard your drawl scrawlsthrough my ears at 4pm.i shut the tv off.you’re still there, you southern god. you’re rancid & you blowyour nose with money. a man without a […]
the paper was clean and whitethe pencil was so sharp it snapped its leadthe broken pencil was a metaphorfor something but what? the broken pencil was uselessthere was a gaping hole like a volcano craterwhere […]