Writing about identity is a pressure for me as a person of color, a queer person, and a queer person of color. So often it...
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Archive for tag: Body of a Poem
Body of a Poem: My Gender Is a Pair of Safety Scissors
The first time I knew I had a body was when my best friend Veronica looked at me and screamed. I was four years old,...
Body of a Poem: Clown
The story of my father lives in my body as precise as clockwork. The story of my father during summer is an easier one to...
Body of a Poem: If language makes us visible
“I swear, you will wake— & mistake these walls for skin.” —from: Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong, by Ocean Vuong I don’t like to think...
Body of a Poem: From Zines to Novels, Genderqueer on the Page
I began writing as a zinester sixteen years ago, just days after I ran away from my abusive childhood home. I discovered zines, self-produced publications...
Body of a Poem—Passing: A Hybrid Form
Pass, v. I. To excel or surpass 1. trans. a. To exceed in excellence or worthiness; to surpass in some activity, quality, or degree. The...
Body of a Poem: Neither Here nor There, Asexual and Agender in the Literary World
It hurts when even my sisters look at me in the street with cold and silent eyes. I am defined as other in every group...
Body of a Poem: Genrequeer and Genderqueer in Alabama
Most of the jokes I hear about Alabama from my Northern liberal friends have nothing to do with the gorgeous, fierce resistance that I see...
Body of a Poem: The Public Won’t Let Me Be Personal
Been wanting to get a haircut. Maybe clip my nails. Perhaps give away a toe or two. A hand, then the arm. Just give it...
Body of a Poem: AN ESSAY ABOUT BEING A NON MALE NON FEMALE PERSON IN THE LITERARY WORLD WRITTEN IN THE FORM OF A DREAM
You are on a beach. The beach is beautiful, with bright orange sand and an olive green ocean lapping against the shore. The whole sky...
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