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Charlotte Mew: Rooms

I remember rooms that have had their part
In the steady slowing down of the heart.

November 4, 2022 · 2 Comments

Daniel Edward Moore: The Fire Island Boys

Warhol wasn’t the only one who loved
those Fire Island boys; marble statues
cloaked in sand, whipped by pleasure’s
summer storms.

August 18, 2022 · 2 Comments

Meleager: A Garland of Love Poems

Ah, little archer, so you thought
to hide from me there
in Zenophila’s eyes!

February 12, 2022 · Leave a comment

Glen Brown: Epitaph for a Transsexual

He liked feminine things
as far back as I can remember:
high-heel shoes, scarves, purses,
dancing before mirrors.

February 3, 2022 · 2 Comments

Amy Lowell: A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M.

Opposite my window,
The moon cuts,
Clear and round,
Through the plum-coloured night.

November 5, 2021 · 4 Comments

Video: For Nonna Anna

As a young trans woman cares for her Italian grandmother, she discovers a tender bond in their shared vulnerability.

August 21, 2021 · Leave a comment

H.D. (Hilda Doolittle): The Walls Do Not Fall

tendons, muscles shattered, outer husk dismembered,
yet the frame held:
we passed the flame: we wonder
what saved us? what for?

August 20, 2021 · Leave a comment

Video: Rambling with Eileen Myles

Director Chelsea McMullan takes an inspirational walk with legendary American poet, essayist and one-time presidential candidate Eileen Myles, perambulating and talking poetry through the streets of their adoptive home of New York. (running time: 5 min.)

June 19, 2021 · 3 Comments

Bhikshuni Soma: Neither Male Nor Female

He said: How could a woman who knows no more than how to cook, clean, and make babies, possibly reach the further shore, on the way to which so many … Continue reading

May 28, 2021 · 2 Comments

Charlotte Mew: A Quoi Bon Dire

Seventeen years ago you said
Something that sounded like Good-bye;
And everybody thinks that you are dead,
But I.

May 8, 2020 · Leave a comment

Walt Whitman: When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d

For the sweetest, wisest soul of all my days and lands—and this for his dear sake,
Lilac and star and bird twined with the chant of my soul,
There in the fragrant pines and the cedars dusk and dim.

February 16, 2020 · 6 Comments

Video: Outdooring

A young man attends his nephew’s Ghanaian baptism with a plan: steal the donated money and keep a deep secret hidden from his family.

February 15, 2020 · Leave a comment

W. Carsten Andresen: The Gay Panic Defense

Defense attorneys who enter gay panic defenses can reduce a defendants’ murder charges 32% of the time, even though the majority of these homicides involve incredible violence.

February 13, 2020 · 2 Comments

Amy Lowell: The Blue Scarf

Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered over with silver, brocaded
In smooth, running patterns, a soft stuff, with dark knotted fringes, it lies there,
Warm from a woman’s soft shoulders…

February 7, 2020 · Leave a comment

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