lgbtq+ voices
Writing
taxonomy of two girls
By Jessica Liu how everything had a name in the tender white light
fracturing over our pliant limbs, tangled
against car seats saturated with smoke,
silence calcifying in the negative space of our ribs.
Affidavit with Language from Whitman’s “Song of Myself” (Leaves of Grass, 1st ed., 1855)
By Lukas BachoI stop some where waiting for you…. Yet you pretend I have gone!
I’ve scattered my ellipses like breadcrumbs in a public park.
It is 7:32 p.m.… I take refuge in your neck, my ear pressed close to your apple,
Back when I yearn to scrape you clean of seeds.