Through
When on days you undress like trees, whenit is autumn, you become one of them;
like a stranger, I...
Messages from the Team
Sania Bilwani
Prose Editor
Working with Outcast has been a great...
To J.
I’m by the pool, immersed in the blue memoryof the sea. And he is there,in shorts, half hidden in the beach umbrella,...
Anthem
From the margins we come, dancing. This poem is a dance floor. We fill it: with our bodies; with our love; with...
The Man in Your Mirrors
Words slash your jug’lardraining love from pleading eyes.I see my monster.
The Mall
Crowds of humans sacrifice their humanityWhen they cross the binary checkpoints of the mall entranceNot as humans, but as men and womenAnd...
Course Evaluation: A Collection of Unanswered Questions on Gender Identity
Class: Physical Education for Dysphoric Skeletons 101
Your name: Befuddled actor. The asshole who holds up the...
Pride
i think i always knewwho i was,but i was too afraid to saylest i hurt someonewith my mereexistence;but i am done sitting...