piper&jenny

Jenny and I met in the early days of middle school, when everyone was all acne and gangly legs, and got on like a gasoline-soaked house gets on with a match. Frankly, it was a nightmare for our parents. My mom, who I know had been quietly worrying about my ability to make friends, was suddenly unable to enter a shared space in our house without me bombarding her with requests to go to Jenny’s house, stories of something funny that Jenny had said at school today, of Jenny’s new puppy that she got last week.

If Walls Could Talk…

Photo by Zoë Collins (she/her) My hand drifted up against the wallFeeling each subtle groove and bumpInteract with my fingerprints,As if the wall was telling me a story,And I listened and told a story back. The wall said it knew…

They/them

Graphic by Chris Ikonomou   Do you ever look at your reflection and have absolutely no fucking clue who the person is staring back at you?    Sometimes my reflection is a stranger Unfamiliar to me,  and the only thing…

Ad Altiora Tendo

Graphic by Angela Zheng  The power of a star The light The warmth The weight of worlds collapsing under their own greatness You stir that feeling in me Even space and time bend in awe It felt right from the…

Love Potion

Graphic by Vi  Summer break after my sophomore year of high school. It was the first time my parents left me home alone while they went on a trip. I was going to be alone for about a week, and…

Silence

Graphic by Ian Haliburton   We were watching a movie, And I had never felt more comfort Than with your body next to mine, With your arm around my waist.   Our bodies touched, My heart fluttered, And I was…

Chubby Chaser Prom – A Reminiscence

I sit on my bed with my laptop, my back against the wall so nobody can see what I’m doing. The website I’m signing up for is called Adam4Adam. The margins are mosaics of gay porn links. Bareback Twinks. Broke…