I feel God in the cats on the side of the road/ Huddling for warmth.
Poetry
transmutation of man
Soren Kaur/OutWrite This poem was originally published in our Winter 2024 print, Freaks. Content warning: needles, religious (Christian) themes, scars, self-harm in the beginning, the creation story foretold — the second coming of man, forged by his own hand ~~~~~…
Recognized Amongst Nature
here
a wretched body becomes comfortable turmoil
untangles
from within a forsaken shell
The forest won’t judge flesh
blood and bone
a family of limbs
Anonymous, Anonymous
I have this dream of dying in complete silence, and when the neighbors call to complain about the smell a few days later (and the firemen kick the door in), they’ll find my mother sitting calmly at the dining room table, knife in hand around a halo of sunburnt faces cutting branches from the family tree
Butterflies
A poem recounting a personal experience with queerness and trauma and coming to terms with it.
Straight Women Rules: A Guide to Being the Perfect Lesbian®
There’s a lot of wondering and a lot of waiting. I understand what you might be feeling. I know that you’re biting your tongue, and always waiting till you make them uncomfortable.
Sage Green Love Song
Give me something to leave behind
A sour candy kiss in the theater
Worse things have made me lose my mind.