Category: citizen trans* {project}
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A nonbinary fat kid writing a whole poemabout how cute they areis only a radical act in hell. And here we are.Here I am.Not a tall manNot a thin girl,a shock of pink twirling outfrom the crownto clash with every outfitand make it intentional. Eyes like mood ringsEyes like rivers.Eyes like good intentions.Eyebrows that survived…
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Florida is no longeran American state; it is nowa state of mind, a toxicwasteland wherewhite resentment has— corrodedwhat little remainsof the Everglades contaminatedthe parts of Palm Beachwe can still afford and poisonedthe oranges we onceheld up proudlyto the bright raysof the Sunshine State
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In discussions of climate change mitigations and solutions, there is much talk of returning to a baseline, or restoring an ecosystem to its “natural” or “virgin” state. In answering what exactly this state would look like, there are many fingers pointed towards a pre-Industrial Revolution world as one to restore. As an answer to Anthropogenic…
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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…
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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…
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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,…
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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…
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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…
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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…
