Volume 1 - Love

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

I first saw her when I came down for a glass of milk. Mama kept the kitchen counter clean and arranged her kitchen stools...

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...

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...

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...

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...