Alana Settle god’s heaven on earth Manifestation is a word I became obsessed with during my churchgoing years. I miss the adrenaline of manifestation—the mystical idea of an ethereal being possessing my body—the hope that something beyond my reality could…
Westley Penland One vote, Two votes Red Votes, Blue Votes. You say what we decide Shouldn’t be a reason to divide But it’s a little hard not to divide When you’re already chastised. When you’re already cast aside When you’re…
jp thorn election day, just another day, we’re all on fire anyway after tristan richards & david epstein nov. 2024 arrived like the creation of a sex robot from various sci-fi films: weird science, ex machina, westworld—ironically where most days…
Indigo Holland-Simpson Little Prince I see that little boy Staring back at me In the mirror In the morning Couldn’t be clearer What I see But It all falls apart When I look down Little prince Where’s your…
Quincy untitled It’s late, I know it is, The sky begins to twist, The melancholy purple I’ve come to love. The clock bleeds, My heart bleeds with it. As the sun begins to rise,…
Jay Kibble An Open Letter to Performative Allies Asking Me How To Help Torch the damn buildings down and speak with your whole throat. Make your actions meaningful, the profile pic filters and memes are embarrassing at this point…
Sage Mitchell Abecedarian on Things Big & Small All I know is what I give every day. Before the election, I was already spinning out. For weeks, I’ve been coming to class dried out of dreams eager to find a…
Zoë Dunning Trans Elder The average life expectancy For trans people is 35 Due to violence and suicide My future vision is blurry I can see fuzzy outlines Shadows taking shape I see a face crumpled in sorrow…
Trevor Rizor Trans Day of Remembrance I weep thinking of the loss. The loss of human life. Trans day of remembrance is a hard day. One that makes someone ponder. These lives matter. These lives have meaning and deserve…
Gabriel Noel THE BODY AS A TOOL FOR VIOLENCE each morning I wake up & wonder which part of my body has become a land mine. yesterday, my mouth. the taste of ash coated my tongue, eating holes through…