Volume 1 - Love
Love is the most important thing in the world. Volume 1 is dedicated to stories and poems that revolve around all kinds of love.
April Fools
ISI JI! THAT redundant, annoying, purple-coloured head of a yam tuber! Despite how much my siblings and I hated it, it found its way...
Be With Me
In body, in mind, in soul and in spirit
In havoc, in fear, in hatred and despair
In sorrow, in joy, in tears and in laughter
In...
Cold Baptism
Steps... I have struggled taking steps
One foot in front the other, that’s how you make the steps, but where are they taking me?
What was...
Confidante
They whisper as I walk in them, few promises
in their weaves, pleats sashay along the way
as I walk that extra mile to get further...
Daisy Chains
I've been thinking back to the days of old
When you carried me in palms and never let a harm unfold
Is it a blessing or...
Editor’s Note
Dear Reader,
Welcome to the inaugural issue of Outcast Magazine.
Outcast was started with the help of literary enthusiasts who wanted to bring forward LGBTQ+ writers...
I Want You To Know
You once asked what my greatest fear was. I think
I fobbed you off. It was one of those truth and dare
games we would play...
Men and Women
A man and a woman are spades,
Two coins of a currency,
And so when they asked me to choose,
For I could only love one or...
Queer Love and Other Dis(ease)s
i.
I use to imagine myself a girl
kissing boys in games of boyfriend and girlfriend:
renaming ourselves away to escape detention,
toward the fun of rehearsed adult...
Semi-Permeability
I was awake while you were drowning
me: in bed
you: the adjacent bathroom
I wanted to move but didn’t
I wanted to yell but couldn’t
I listened to...
Still Cooking
Tina stood at the kitchen counter, eyes fixed on the half-wilted arrowhead vine that her friend, Ayona, had brought with her when she’d moved...
That Kind Of Fire
It was the first form. It was everybody’s first time. It was a crazy time. Girls had formed into women in their heads, and...
The Ghost in Aidan’s Kitchen
I first saw her when I came down for a glass of milk. Mama kept the kitchen counter clean and arranged her kitchen stools...
The King Would Send His Men
In another time, in another life, they would call those embers, eyes.
Eyes that spoke in bold italics,
brimming with kohl
kohl that wore silence,
bore songs like...
The Man With The Pink Underwear
Anabel’s eyes widen when she sees me. She leaves the door open and disappears into the house, leaving me to drag my boxes in...
Transcribing
I smoke my cigars, in the wind,
Hoping to run into her,
Her eyes and her breasts;
Everything of her.
Hoping to blend into her,
Survive her,
Transcribe her,
I move...
Voices of Many
You are the voice of many,
The voice of dead emotions,
To the live burning desires.
From thirsty leaves,
To the ocean filled with condolence.
You know more about...