lgbtq+ voices


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 Bacho

I 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.