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Lauren K. Alleyne

Eighteen

By Lauren K. Alleyne Tonight you are full of small rivers:
your eyes’ salty runoff, the rust-bright
trickle staining your thigh, the unnamable,
Tara Shea Burke

Fall

By Tara Shea Burke When we met we fell for each other like leaves.
Behind black curtains your bedroom was always dark
except for unexpected soft-yellow walls. Your dogs
Keith Jarrett

A Gay Poem

By Keith Jarrett
Sonja de Vries

A Response to “What’s Your Sexual Orientation?”

By Sonja de Vries Some days it’s in the grip of a hawk flying
up from the field, snake dangling from its mouth
writhing, writhing.
Douglas Kearney

Floodsong 3: Alligator’s Quiet Storm

By Douglas Kearney
Regie Cabico

A Queerification

By Regie Cabico queer me
shift me
transgress me
tell my students i'm gay
Natalie Diaz

Why I Don’t Mention Flowers When Conversations with My Brother Reach Uncomfortable Silences

By Natalie Diaz In the Kashmir mountains,
my brother shot many men,
blew skulls from brown skins,
Lisa L. Moore

Cowgirl Filibuster

By Lisa L. Moore Word got out about the bad bill.
College students packed up their bikinis,
went back to Austin to tell those men why
Theresa Davis

Because She Thinks She Is Going To Hell

By Theresa Davis honey
you are not being judged
because your bones decided
Rachel Simon

Postmark from the Transition

By Rachel M. Simon the name altered from parent's choosing
the threshold of a home
white gloves on the windowsill
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