The closet in the room once held the dresses Zack refused to wear Of course, he was a little girl then but had I known then what was going on, he could have been spared some amount of grief   Once he opened the closet…

Untitled What am I if by another name? I will be who I was meant to.

I Have Made Mistake But You Weren’t One   Every scroll through my camera roll shows me that stark amber circle hugging hazel eyes barely clinging to life. Every photo is full of mossy greens, grey blues that rival the North Atlantic, and honey browns….

Bricks Everything will be alright with you by my side. We can share our bricks.

CW: Eugenics, June 2022 current events but not named specifically   Catching up on the news means: relearning that justice doesn’t exist and that people don’t learn. I was born to be: a canary in a coal mine; the PSA on who you aren’t supposed…

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…