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setting their
blurred sight
on what might
be bumpy roads

"milk"


Poetry · April 21, 2022

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Nonfiction

How to Love a Poz Man


They will not tell you that he has learned out of lacking what it means to fully receive.

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They call this judgment day,
the day twisting to meet its end
& we all fall down

"Seven Trumpets for the Living & the Dead (the Awful Naming of Things)"


Poetry · July 12, 2022

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Poetry

song for the living


the umbra
of whatever it is that is left
when love no longer breathes.

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Poetry

Faith


a portuguese man
who loves a man
is neither a man
nor portuguese

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Poetry

autumn’s awakening


i could say
i wildflowered,
though the image
may be feminine

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Nonfiction

Thoughts of the Lyric Artist on the Day Before Treatment: Updates in HIV Therapy


To clean up my mess and start anew with a clean slate I need only press one button. Just one. One button. Virus gone

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Nonfiction

One Sentence


I learned that the beauty of language is that we are all part of that language, that as we study what it means to be a noun, or a verb, or an adjective

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Nonfiction

Gods and Mortals


You see them sitting on the patios of the restaurants that adorn 17th Street here in Dupont Circle, strewn in masses of muscle and cologne.

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