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Gone Fishing
Thirty five minutes, since I went mad, again, isolated, by government order, and by circumstance. Oh, God, I tried not to let loneliness fall in love with me, but she sits at my front door, locked out, but still sneaking in. She never brings flowers, just reminders, of all the promises I believed, and all…
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Being Vague To Own The Libs… Wait… But… I’m The Libs D:
Completely. It’s complicated. For a lifetime, it will grow and change, delighting, disappointing. I just want something real. I just want something passionate. I’m not sure if I even have a point. I don’t have any more to say, because being vague is the only fun that’s free, in the grotesque but glorious world I…
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Call For Submissions!
Hola amigos, I’m currently working on a really exciting project, and I am looking to feature LGBT+ poets. I am looking for LGBT+ poets who would be interested in sharing readings of their own work, or readings of their favourite poems, as well as LGBT+ poets who would be interested in being interviewed. Submissions are…
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Blinded By The Light
I used to dream about the sea, waiting for the waves to wash my days away, but I’m too tired to dream, I close my eyes, and there is nothing. They say I’m bleak, as if the world hasn’t grown slower, and lost its colour, as I grew taller. Maybe I’ve been bleak, for so…
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Full
For so long, I was the love of my life. Admittedly, I wasn’t THAT crazy about myself, but I knew I was all I had, so I found a way to adore her, never letting my eyes stray from her dreams, holding her at night, as she cried, keeping her on track. I knew where…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 