Sometimes I’m still and calm and reflect the beauty around me.

My puny fangs and claws, when they come to claim what is logical.

How his hands smelled vaguely of soot as he held them over my face

My first month w us not rlly fw one another

Quirky hens and sad alligators

When I was seven, I took the hand of my boyfriend Bobby and led him under the mulberry tree.

The perfect sequined jacket: peacock green

It’s in his eyes, in the fiery-blue sparkle

I AM NOT THE GIRL NEXT DOOR. I’M JUST MYSELF!

South Paradise Beach was a boozy mess

Issue Two is here and we couldn't be, well, prouder.

pride sits on each shoulder the devil and angel both

Getting dragged to a dance floor wasn’t new.

Alice Foley patted the back of her hair.

Closets are for clothes skeletons, and queers.

The address was 15, Wallers Road, Madras – 2.

An odor of talc and vanilla told me that Alison had gone out even before I felt the emptiness in the apartment.

Sometimes love comes raining down a torrential cloudburst

The first time I saw my own light I was five.

I guess I stopped watering the pothos, Which lives on top the bookcase