Category: citizen trans* {project}


  • Here til the End

    Trans lives matter despite what they say going back into the closet can’t be the only way I loathe darkness now that I know light my friends huddle in fear my family mark their calendars a man anointed to serve my country nazi salutes a want to be dictator a friend said that might end…

  • Jordan

    Jordan

    I’ve seen you singing in the floor of the train car. The screeching of the tracks, background singers. Nobody else knows it’s the rest of the sky down there. I try and count the stars but people keep treading over them. A light dusting, it seems to accompany every galaxy. But it wasn’t the dirt…

  • I Am From Nowhere

    And we were popular for a little while. As muses. As specimens. As celluloid and dreams. Maybe Warhola saw a little of himself in us, with his dumb blonde twink toupe and his ancestors from one of the bad parts of Eastern Europe that no one wants to remember. The same forgotten language, по-нашому, in…

  • Existence IS Resistance: The Importance of Transgender Survival

    “It could have been a lot of stuff but it just wasn’t us / The very thought of how you operate, I’m filled up with disgust / I live and die for the cause, nail me to the cross / Take your pity off, maybe listen up (Let go)” –Bladee, “UNDERSTATEMENT” (SPIDERR)             Existing as…

  • Scary Trans Neighbor

                My alarm blares with some song I picked when I was thirteen. I haven’t bothered to change it. I don’t open my eyes because that would mean another day has started. Eventually, and reluctantly, I untangle the mess of sheets and limbs and shut off the music. I scan…

  • new years 2025 in which everything feels older and older

    i don’t write my poems to be political but my body inherits policy when my brain boils over onto superheated sidewalk, or my skin sloughs off into knee-deep seawater, we all know who to blame i remade myself in 2017 chalk-scrawling my new name on the concrete thinking it might be enough and when i…

  • wildseed

    in early evening black through which my pre-sleep spliff smoke sexually confuses       adolescent lightningflies, as those restless poets ascend             from the basement      for mealtime, i:          wonder what wasps do           at night, wonder          how long’s it gonna take         two ants to scrap         this bumblebee’s broken body for parts, i:         …

  • 没日 Post-Election Twilight

    Cela Xiè 没日 Post-Election Twilight 再 When we came outside, 活 nothing was left of sunset.   四 I had wanted the blood, 年 the insurrection of the clouds.   迁 But above, only egrets. 华 I saw the morgue.   Translation:   没日 若忍四年,迁华。   Drowning Sun If I have to live four more…

  • Wondering What Comes Next

    The morning after, life went on as normal, yet the air was polluted with apprehension and clouds made of tears choked our lungs like vines. My heart still beat to its little drum, but my mind exploded into chaotic noise instantly drowning out the steadiness and transforming into ear-splitting screeches: “What comes next?” “Will I…