Category: citizen trans* {project}


  • untitled poem

    If we could ever understand what life is forAnd what is likely a strange manoeuvre,If we could ever realise it way before,Would it be harder to collect the oeuvreThan talk to you and see that you would ratherDie than acknowledge and restore my pain?To calculate the loss and gain of simple thoughtsTo talk about walking…

  • Soft white night

    When the soft whiteOf the light nightWhen the lilyFlower might findSome peace in the place spaceWhen the time whenThe sounds lightSome findGlade ghost greenThere by the old oak treesWhen the light lost waysOf the sunshine daysWhen the softWhit5e might findAgain there in the nightWhen the last lightCould remainWhen the first light could replaceWhen the last…

  • something like that

    What she wants to say will put her on a list at best and get her visited by fascists at worst, so Maxine keeps her head down, makes preparations she never should’ve had to make, thinks about all the ways in which a country can come undone on the macro level while on the micro,…

  • Election Season

    The puritanical grumblingsof conservative mouthpieces parrotingsadistic philosophies from theirsituationship with Jesusare keeping me awake at night.I am tiredof bland recitations of hallelujahin response to hate speech.I wake up to sirensafter midnight. Election season is upon us,drowning out the meditative serenity of fall.My anxiety is chronic, I know,but no hypothetical economy is a fair tradefor human…

  • Denied access

    Since I was born, I have always seemed to be denied access. Denied early from the mother’s womb, born in a hurry to live, only to be kept in a box, away from love’s first touch. Years have passed and that box that first separated us, is still there, invisible but just as constricting. The…

  • I Was a Trans American Soldier

    Being trans and serving in the military was always a paradox for me—a bit of cognitive dissonance. Two parts of me struggling for recognition, unable to fully coexist until the world forced me to confront them.I grew up in the military environment through my father, with a family lineage of service stretching back to the…

  • Joy*

    My amygdala is fried–I feel no fear Maybe I should Stress over whereI will piss safelyOr the number of pillsIn my little orange bottles,Which are few but fillMy cabinet so clutteredStill empty…I can’t find itI can’t summon the cortisolBut it’s swimming thereSomewhere deep Maybe I’m drowning. I’ve beenHabituated to the lickOf salty water welling in…

  • Sequoia

    Sequoia

    I am a giant sequoiamy cells carry a millennia of memories and knowledgemy limbs stretch to the skymy crown among the clouds that I sip on for watermy heartwood twisted and healed a thousand times overmy body scarred from the flames I’ve endured they can try to cut me with their words but my bark…

  • What does the news say?

    I’m scared for my existencewake up every day fearingthe call for extinction in an effort to keep myself informedI find the world around me deformedmy perception erased by cruel reality the court has adjournedand found me guiltyof the crime of graspingat happiness like straws but what does the news say? that our president “favorsblunt force”,…