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Sarah Denise Johnson’s poem is a defiant reclamation of the plural pronoun and celebration of the spectrum of genders that have always been part of humanity.
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I heard their words direct at me. When I grasped the sounds, they related precisely what was felt. I allowed their words to be about me, to confront me, and to attack me, and I allowed the utterances to be real.
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A touch of your skin,
A coin in hand, you take
My heart from the market.
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Floating on their nimbus wings
And breathing lightning at the ground—
And the thunderclap! It sounds!
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Name for a woman or a man
Gender neutral pronouns, please
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How do you navigate love in the midst of your family’s historical trauma? Avra Margariti questions the closets we put ourselves in for necessity and survival with “Grandma’s Wars” and “Two Birds.”
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Gabriel Lee Bass’ poetry explores intergenerational trauma and questions what it means to thrive in a hostile environment.
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With celestial musings and tactile language, Carl C. probes the tenuous connection between ancestry and family traditions contrasted with the possibilities of solitude.
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i am more stranger than any man can touch.
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With quiet precision and vivid imagery, Hal Y. Zhang’s poems portray the arrays of emotions throughout various life scenarios.
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The author of A Quick And Easy Guide To They/Them Pronouns showcases their another facet of their talents in these four poems. With fierce force, Archie Bongiovanni reclaims the body and forms a liminal space for creation.
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it's clever,
it's pointed,
it pops off the tongue,
says hey, sit up straight folks —
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Matthew Broomfield take an unflinching look at the toll queer nightlife can take on those vulnerable to addiction.
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SP Mulroy’s poems explore the potential lives passed away queer Hollywood figures may have lived, and the ways they may have inhabited the world.
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Casey Elizabeth Newbegin’s poem’s quietly contemplate the surrounding world of patriarchy and its influences on our bodies
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We sat together in art class. She practiced her calligraphy and I painted beaches.
Lito asked me if she had turned me into a lesbian.
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Nobody will tell you the secret
behind those stories:
they were written by men
who want to believe
that women are nothing more
than ships that cannot sail.
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but you and me, gloves
we're on the road to grabbing a title