So so so thrilled to announce the launch of our first anthology! Can't give enough thanks to my co-conspirator Ashely Adams, and our designer Alban Fischer, and all of the incredible writers at @GAY_ALOCASIA!
ALOCASIA: 99 queer writers on plants and nature, is out now!
Our w/ Amazon and w/ Barnes & Noble!
This collection is part love song and part howl, delving into everything from the shackles of capitalism and imperialism, to lost loves, to just what was going on with that sus ex
"i would have told her
ceanothus blueblossomed
overnight, except
slow is how we are taking it,
slow as siltstone sets, slow as spring"
—mukethe kawinzi :: “woman”
https://t.co/sbOhkXKW0A
"She’s twenty-something, and she said, ‘Don’t you dare call me auntie,’ so I call her Junko. She took me to Disneyland and the Tokyo Skytree. She used to have a boyfriend, and he lived with her..."
—Sharni Wilson translates Tamaki Senomoto
https://t.co/AXjaCbB6je
"I want to be taken care of in the worst of ways. I want to be reminded that I can be taken care of in the best of ways. I want to make a promise to you."
—Kyla-Yến Huỳnh Giffin
https://t.co/eKYFEDt0Nj
Humid nights & caring madly. Ghost tails & Zoom sex. Broskis & deleted archives. beestung #27 is here! w/ Sora Anindya, Birch Wiley, Christian M. Ivey, Esmé Kaplan-Kinsey, Kyla-Yến Huỳnh Giffin, Lavanya Arora, KB Brookins, & Stevie Subrizi https://t.co/hPnUVUAKgo
"There was a man playing a Tsugaru shamisen and I’d never heard that before. It was completely different to the electric guitar Dad played when he’d been drinking: it gave me a tingle down the spine, like cracking open the door of a big old abandoned house."
"I will never be so sick as to stop being a lover and a friend and a furnace and an artist and a mother. I will care for you. I will care sweetly. I will care tenderly. I will care madly. What other way is there?"
"There was a man playing a Tsugaru shamisen and I’d never heard that before. It was completely different to the electric guitar Dad played when he’d been drinking: it gave me a tingle down the spine, like cracking open the door of a big old abandoned house."
"She’s twenty-something, and she said, ‘Don’t you dare call me auntie,’ so I call her Junko. She took me to Disneyland and the Tokyo Skytree. She used to have a boyfriend, and he lived with her..."
—Sharni Wilson translates Tamaki Senomoto
https://t.co/AXjaCbB6je
"I will never be so sick as to stop being a lover and a friend and a furnace and an artist and a mother. I will care for you. I will care sweetly. I will care tenderly. I will care madly. What other way is there?"
"I want to be taken care of in the worst of ways. I want to be reminded that I can be taken care of in the best of ways. I want to make a promise to you."
—Kyla-Yến Huỳnh Giffin
https://t.co/eKYFEDt0Nj
"i would have told her
ceanothus blueblossomed
overnight, except
slow is how we are taking it,
slow as siltstone sets, slow as spring"
—mukethe kawinzi :: “woman”
https://t.co/sbOhkXKW0A
"Praise all the things that might be fucked. The riverbanks. Flowers called wild pansy and thyme and oxlip. Fruitless visions. Clouds full fast. Athenians and handsome, strong Lysander. Praise the rivers and the fog."
—Adam McOmber
https://t.co/Qw71Js2nGk
"I stick to the concrete path and find
a lesbian couple in the field on a picnic
one woman fastening a necklace around
her lover’s neck, steady and smiling.
They sit, facing each other, under
the shade of a fully green maple tree"
—Logan Elizabeth Craig
https://t.co/su4YqNG4ct
"they bin hop. garbage crawl. zip in circles chasing their own ghost tails. by the time mosquitoes have mafia’d their way into the park, they’ve all spiralled down. are sprawled on a carpet / of their own wings"
—Lavanya Arora
https://t.co/RefLtWCuVv
The Sundress Academy for the Arts is excited to present “Look / Mira: Latinx/e Ways of Looking in Poetry & Prose” a workshop led by José Angel Araguz on Wednesday, June 10th from 6:00-7:30 PM EST. https://t.co/7zpGjW4xdA
"Dress the donkey-eared youth in lilies and hyacinth and send him along a shaded path to a circle made of stones. Remind him that fairies are nothing more than dead men, and common sleep is a charm made of honeysuckle and mournfulness and wavering love."
"Sunday at the park, I read poetry on my phone
linked from QR codes along the walkway,
local artists trying to pull art up from the concrete
and out of the Bermuda grass. Not that that’s all
there is—a hill, too, and a man-made marsh..."