Category - Poetry

Literature Lucas Crawford Poetry Queer Isolation in a Pandemic

Nose Job

Lucas Crawford The swab isn’t sublingual after-all so for now my secret cure remains safe. He counted to three and went up my nose with a stick longer than the smallest dildo that my Montreal landlord stole. Great. Now I have a nasal fetish. Dare you to dig deeper than him and risk reaching the...

Literature Poetry Tawahum Bige

Bones Gather

Tawahum Bige after Eve Joseph nipawatan wecîpweyânâhk                 nipihtos-mihko ewîkiyân tahtwayak     ekwa âyiman I’m used to battlefield the way cannons fire and ancestors’ bones gather, just to shatter again. Dene rising are more story than poem— our throats...

Grace Lau Literature Poetry

What I Learned From Growing Plants

Grace Lau When my succulent began turning yellow, it dropped one fleshy leaf every day, indifferent to my panic until only the stem remained naked and alone. You could still see the hollows that were homes for phantomed limbs, where love [was] tried. * I call my plants my children and give...

Literature Poetry Rob Colgate

Wet/Cold Study

Rob Colgate Staring out the drippy window. Wanna go to the top of the rock. So happy up there boy so happy so happy. Want the river up there with me. Wanna be alone. Not my boyfriend. Covered in slimy nacre so the dirt is worth it. All of this used to be colder. Rain on the fire escape, street...

Leslie Joy Ahenda Literature Poetry

H.B.I.C. (head bitch in charge)

Leslie Joy Ahenda the nice ones all got shot. a woman knots her fists & disregards her joints—swelling means her blood is not yet on pavement. in sleep a woman majesticizes a man unshackled. wakes to a man praying only for his brothers. please. nigga fronts like the lust in his eyes is a...

James Collier Literature Poetry

little winter

James Collier cloud unsettling little winter, in April it is all local, grappling with small stakes and nothing real, Caeneus unknowable to the body I feel, glance down, glazed and terrible it is all so apathetic, the snow smothers what is not already home, and Caeneus, I am sorry, but the crush...

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