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  …

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…

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…