The air shimmers, mirroring distant happenings on the canvas of a summer day — or is it a glimpse of things to come? . The air stands still,
By Henrik Hageland7 months ago in Pride
Today was a hot day Very hot Oppressively humid Hazy skies mute the blue The kind of summer heat that makes your sun-drenched skin
By J. Delaney-Howe7 months ago in Pride
You pick and choose The parts of me You prefer to see To give empathy Like all the rest Can be hidden Rewritten A footnote of history
By K.B. Silver 8 months ago in Pride
Since it's pride month, I have been working on a few Pride poems. I usually consider all my love poems Pride poems, but I know there's much more to it than my mushy lesbian poems so I am going to share a few of my new ones.
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY8 months ago in Pride
it was tucked between a christmas sweater with a broken reindeer and a blazer that smelled like mothballs and old perfume
By A.O8 months ago in Pride
they them theirs such small words to carry the entire universe of who i am but every time someone says them about me
twenty-five dollars in a card with a cartoon cake and grandma's shaky handwriting "for something special, sweetheart" she always called me sweetheart
the same mirror that watched me try on my mother's lipstick at seven practice kissing my own hand at thirteen cry over breakups
sorry was the first word out of my mouth every morning sorry for being here sorry for breathing too loud sorry for needing the bathroom
the black hefty bag sat in the corner of my closet for three years two months and sixteen days but who's counting right?
my mother kept the magazine clippings in a shoebox under her bed princess sleeves and cathedral trains flowing like water down chapel aisles
the first time i heard myself on a recording i wanted to disappear that voice high and thin like glass breaking was supposed to be mine
