Body of a Poem: If language makes us visible

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

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: Neither Here nor There, Asexual and Agender in the Literary World

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

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

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...

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