Faceless and hidden I walk forever and anon To a nameless and unseen fate Fighting through gusts, —no, maelstroms— in these storms of hateful, biting sand and baneful, boiling rain I daily embark —nay, continue— on this journey of dreadful paths and vengeful wraiths. BIO: Well, I'm a transfemme poet with lots of queer things... Continue Reading →
I’ve Never Seen his Face
By R.L. Merrill. I’ve never seen his face But I know him implicitly He laughs at dick jokes And innuendo explicitly. He sends me to giggling And distracts me with a look The closest I’ve come to finding him Was in the pages of a book. He’s a rebel, he’s obnoxious He’s probably out of... Continue Reading →