by Aaron Chavez. (Trigger Warning: implied SA, suicidal ideation) Popcorn ceilings Battery 16% Is typing….. Wyd Demon time. Zzzzz…. Zzz…… zz…. 2 years The moment haunts you It repeats, every graphic detail Every second Every nerve of pain His anger, your fear Over and over Over and over. 1 year ago He kisses your neck... Continue Reading →
From Sarah Leamy, one of the editors and founders of GQL. Spring 2023, Updates and Calls for Submissions Hello Friends, First off, HOW ARE YOU? Are you surviving the cold? I’ve been lucky enough to work from Baja California, Mexico this winter and I almost feel a bit guilty as I watch the news and... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
Outside sounds like the family of cardinals- or the grief of lightening we survive together and still mundane- the walks from home. the movies. grocery store or dinner table. the vastness of it all. the field of horses behind my apartment that bring me to a pause. can’t see the face but I know something... Continue Reading →
by Alaro Basit. “I will save the feral in you some space to trot. I will mow it a lawn in my orchard & carve a seat out of your flaws. Side by side with your glitches I shall sit like I’ve always did —not to judge nor applaud you”, these were the words scurried from my buccal on the last... Continue Reading →
By Cameron Finch The dream goes like this: I am standing in a kitchen, standing at the sink. The world is dark outside, morning or night. Over the sink, I am holding a knife, a startling chef knife for chopping very fine onions or apples. Always the knife is arranged horizontally, as if I’m restraining... Continue Reading →
Sylvia Bernhardt Light Spots Blind courage Has moved me once more. Scabbed yet gently painted, My toes brush the dirt aside To check for glass or unknown Hurts. Others, Blind in their own respects, Dropped spilt or threw On the path I trod. Pilgrims passing through will Look upon me, with jealous Tired, eyes. Beneath... Continue Reading →
Original essay published by Foglifter Journal Volume 5, Issue 2. To continue reading, click here.
"Established in 2013 and building on our legacy of funding for the arts, Astraea’s Global Arts Fund supports, showcases and connects impactful art by LGBTQI people and organizations that are using art as a tool for social transformation and have limited access to resources for this critical work." I recently came across this organization and... Continue Reading →
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