August 31, 2023
First Editions
Self-consciousness lifts its head like a snake, now it sips from its saucer of milk The girls in the garden took off their tops, in case God was a man […]
August 31, 2023
Self-Portrait As Brother’s Mouth
So I am both me & man under stubble swollen in volume instead of rusted want. To have never known hunger or lack the dusk: these streets split open: safety: […]
August 31, 2023
Long Before I Was Man Myself
is how I start a lot of my stories these days. It is fun to watch my own discomfort visit another’s face for once. I like to make my audience […]
August 31, 2023
strong jaw
The Kenyon Review · “Strong Jaw” by Alexis Pauline Gumbs once upon a time there was a strong jawed daughter. jaw so strong they called her nephew. and no. the […]
August 30, 2023
Remix #2
The Kenyon Review · “Remix #2” by KB Brookins If god is real, the one that they use to shame me & Tron, then he’s asked too much of me. […]
August 30, 2023
The Minutes Add Up
The Kenyon Review · “The Minutes Add Up” by Dare Williams Soon it will be June outside, and the wind chimes will swing their lullaby into the dark summer of […]
August 30, 2023
Gulp
The Kenyon Review · “Gulp” by Dare Williams I was prepared for you, on the floor, legs wide, ready to receive. The purring pulse hummed at my wrist and knees, […]
August 30, 2023
Luminous Gender Vessel Introduction
Dear Melissa, Hello from our little yellow house in Old East Durham. A rainy day in what will be a series of rainy days in what will be a very […]
August 30, 2023
Pleasure
I enjoy not sleeping next to you. I love not lying beside you in bed. Particularly delicious is not waking up beside you. Hours wander by like bears rummaging trash, […]
August 30, 2023
Spiraled Ham
It sat fat face down in its glazed heft as I slid the weighted tray into the oven, later pulling it out in its juiced glory to give to guests […]
August 24, 2023
Transanything
TIDE What T wants my words to be: bristle sword fern, nettle stung tongue, sunk saguaro need/le, lists in texture, anything penetrating What T wants my chest to be: tide […]