an investigation into the trafficked ghosts detouring your insides

“We Do Not Need Permission to Rise”: An Anthology of LGBTQ Poetry and Art published by Beyond the Veil Press

from KGNU Community Radio, an interview hosted by Angela Palermo

Listen to some poems and a great interview from Mitchel Ring.

even when all the doors seem locked, there is [somehow] always a rainbow to lead the way…

Dear New York, we met during my lonely period. We’ve done some horrible things to each other and yet I keep coming back. What am I expecting from you?

I feel like an interruption. Like a gnarly cough during an important meeting. One you try to hold in, swallow, but then it burns and it itches. It squirms until it screams its way out. That cough is me.

Three poets just trying to spread some Hydro Junk…

when you bank on a body, confused with mine, all patchworked and removed—

you expect, you want, it is your privilege to see it stretch for you.

I am contemplating taking every door off its hinges, even the ones which do not belong to me.

You have time.

You are not bored yet, even when you think you are.

I’ve got more maps in me than your fingers have touched, so what I mean to say is:

keep wandering.

Powerful alternating currents of nouveau-dada mayhem and soul-bearing introspective confessional lyricism that accomplish an uneasy balance and offer up a richly performative tapestry.

David Lawton, Aimee Herman and Eric Alter deliver the goods with raw underground stage energy and chaotic power.

I am learning that how I am perceived–or misperceived–has become the fuel to my writing.

I’m sorry for my mess, I said, an apology with a footnote, of which the dissertation is still being written.

I knew it was over by the way she started to kiss me. She used to treat my mouth like a rest stop. She’d park her tongue between my lips for hours. Seizure it around, clean my teeth, zigzag from cheek to cheek, waterslide down my throat. Her kisses were like a season pass to Great Adventure.

On the day my breasts were removed, the sun hitchhiked up the sky.