lgbtq+ voices

Writing

taxonomy of two girls

By Jessica Liu

  how everything had a name in the tender white light


Affidavit with Language from Whitman’s “Song of Myself” (Leaves of Grass, 1st ed., 1855)

By Lukas Bacho

I stop some where waiting for you…. Yet you pretend I have gone!

I’ve scattered my ellipses like breadcrumbs in a public park.

It is 7:32 p.m.… I take refuge in your neck, my ear pressed close to your apple,

Back when I yearn to scrape you clean of seeds.