kp

Joined December 2021

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I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.

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Even "Just Wars" Lie
Palpitations ripple through veins until the body vibrates, and the whole world Can hear it. A quivering voice shakes the foundations of our greatest achievements until
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
The Rest Home
For Kenny Penn's unofficial October challenge. A true story to start the season right. She couldn't recall the last time she had worked at these clients' home or why she had stopped, but she accepted the hours anyway. While driving to that corner on 19 Mile and 205th, she hadn't thought about anything but the Glee soundtrack blaring through her speakers. Now, as she sat in the driveway waiting for the track to finish, she felt a distinct chill and rush of adrenaline. She had felt it while working here before and realized now, at this moment, why she had traded her overnight shift at this house for one at another.
By kpabout a year ago in Horror
on being engaged
gifts aren't what will keep me here; i've got to choose to stay. so hold my hand instead and feel the grooves of my knuckles against the flesh of your thumb.
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
Relentlessly
I gave a man asking for change at the gas station a hoodie last night. It had been sitting in my trunk for a while, and I have more at home. The nights are getting colder. I gave a woman a fanny pack the week before that. She said she needed it, so I took it off my waist, emptied the contents into the front seat of my car, and handed her the bag. A hot pink Lululemon Christmas gift from a boss who spent our bonuses on trinkets we could use but not as much as the money. I didn't need it. I resented it but used it nonetheless. I took myself out today with my last twenty dollars for the week. The goal was to write and forget for a minute. But I'm asked for help by several people along the walk and give the twenty dollars away.
By kpabout a year ago in Psyche
uncertainty
if eye could see the darkened room, it might look toward the day. to know a fate is torturous, so we look the other way. if nose could know the rancid air, it may not want to stay. the driftwood scent: the death. the wet. it carries fear through veins.
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
a stray. Top Story - September 2024.
today, the maintenance man took the bird you left for me outside my window. i kept it right where you left it in case you decided to return,
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
A Queen for the Quiet Queers. Runner-up in Represented Challenge.
At the ripe old age of five, I knew I was queer. Did I know the word or what it meant? No. Did I have a child-like crush on my best girl friend? Yes.
By kpabout a year ago in Pride
Dendritic Growth. Content Warning.
The abyss is often seen as a terror—something to run from or act as though it were a barrier. It is understood as a void—the "great chasm fixed" between two impossible points of existence or the deepest strata of our earth and seas. You've perhaps heard that Nietzsche said if you gaze into it long enough, it gazes back. It is not a space to be navigated lightly; instead, entered with caution, or better yet, avoided entirely.
By kpabout a year ago in Psyche
musings on musings on meaning
what rock is this, sisyphus? did you choose this thing? or was it thrust upon you in a godly punitive rage? did you declare it or,
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
to the readers
i apologize for not avidly reading or commenting on your works lately. i've been saving my lists and checking them twice, coaxing the motivation back into my life–
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
titular fate
mœræ measured their threads at the corner of fleet and exeter, and atropos got busy. one-hundred-seventy pounds of body
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
Part of the Same
I'm not sure how to describe what it feels like to be bipolar and off your meds. I can certainly try, but I feel the attempt will come up woefully short of the truth, if not entirely contrived.
By kpabout a year ago in Fiction