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…

In the Eyes of the Law What are you doing that for? Aren’t you afraid of being caught? Remember when this happened last time Now it repeats what history forgot! Even as it changes, small details here and there Variations through the ages Exceptions to…

Do you think I’m the kind of person Who has a plan and makes it happen? When weaving a spider’s web, do they think it out? Or do they just start walking, while leaking A fine gossamer line from end to end of a corner…

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…

This is my first time participating in the Official Poetry Marathon – and I thrive on the community aspect. So I’m excited to lean into that culture of togetherness, while also putting my personal spin on this event. So I’ve got everything set up to…

When the dawn breaks, my dreams-they will fall And down will come reality, cradled in the long haul. For what I dream Is too much a far-fetched fantasy. Only things within my reach can withstand And reasoning that nothing ever goes as planned- But they…

1. There was once a chick named Jewelz Who rarely followed the rules When she opened her mouth The conversation went south She made idiots look more like fools 2. There was once a broad named Karen Who everyone thought was barren When she opened…

The moment when the sun subsides from cloud to fire and dips behind another hide-and-go-seek through the outer rims of space given to those who want it to feel like it had before when nothing was innocent Is fair game, what did I have to…