CW: older language/reclaimed slur; religious imagery Untitled   “God blessed me by making me transexual for the same reason God made what but not bread and fruit but not wine, so that humanity might share in the act of creation.” ~ Julian K. Jarboe  …

Mirth breaks loose: we fall a tangled heap on the floor. So many smiles burst.  

CW: Mild potential body horror throughout the poem Untitled   I don’t plan on having arthritic bones to dig up. No anthropologist will be able to answer if my hips belonged to a boy or a girl. Instead, my ribs will grow a tree. A…

CW: Mentions of eugenics, anti-abortion protests, HIV, COVID, accusations of grooming Untitled   We’re on the edge. Don’t cover your eyes, your ears. The writing has been on the wall. Written in the blood of those who came before me. Your rose colored glasses just…

Untitled My favorite time to go to the ocean is December. No tourists clogging up the streets, RVs parked in the accessible parking spots. There is finally enough room to lay out a blanket for me and my thoughts. Spend the day under a grey…

The wine glass rested downside upon a hardback book Overlooked by some but not by me I was not stubbornly knitting Ignoring the world with my head in the sand I was not a coward. While mother kept knitting her stupid blanket I was required…

Dance of Two for 3 or More I want to write a world for you And you alone would hear it. A dance between two people as The world cannot come near it The ebb and flow of harmony The waltz of you and me…

ROBERT FROST SPEAKS   Robert Frost speaks to me … Don’t you see? He talks of promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep.   Where I cannot relate, At least, often in my fate; Is the woods in the snow, As I…

Hour One poems, from the prompts.

Hello everyone! I’m River (they/it) and I’m from the rural reaches of Maine. I’m a queer, cripple, mad, anarchist writer whose work is heavily influenced by those identities. Namely, I write poetry but flash and short stories also happen from time to time. I spent…