The Trans Agenda is to Keep My F*cking Friends Alive — sol rios
published as part of the Citizen Trans* {Project} by New Words Press
When someone you love offers a bid for connection, you say yes every time. When someone sends you an article, a video, a funny post, it’s a bid for connection. They are trying to connect with you. When someone shares details about their day, their life, their thoughts, or their feelings with you, that is a bid for connection. They want to connect with you on a deeper level. They are trying to pull you into their world. If you love them, you say yes every time. Yes, even if the article they send is not particularly interesting to you. Yes, even if it means listening to them ramble about a game you don’t care about and think is stupid. Yes yes yes. And let’s hope they always say yes to your bids, too.
you think you are something less real than you are by Wendy Xu
Don't forget about the Palestinians.
Don't forget about them now.
Don't forget about them tomorrow.
Don't forget about them in a week from now.
Don't forget about them in a month.
Don't forget them next year.
Don't forget them in 5 years.
When the history books start to update, don't let them put lies in there.
When documentaries come out, boycott the ones who call this a victory for Israel.
When books release talking about soldier's personal experiences with Palestine, remember the victims. Remember the truth.
Don't forget about what we've seen.
Don't forget about what we've heard.
Don't let them tell lies about Palestine.
Don't forget about the Palestinians when the world tries to make this go away.
From amelia nason's chapbook, poems i shouldn't have written, available from Bottlecap Press!
"Impossibly Precious, Terribly Small" a mixed media poetry zine I'm working on about how time is passing and there's no going back.
i hate how you get desensitized to the cool stuff in your WIP if you've been writing it for a long time so when you read back over it you're like "this isn't as cool as i thought :(" but it still is! you just read it too many times
my farm girl blues
#203
It just kept haunting.
Vying for a steely, totalitarian grasp on my thoughts,
Snatching with it’s thick greedy fingers at fragments of tranquility,
Lurking in every shadowed alleyway of my subconscious.
I eventually concluded that I needed to settle this with a confrontation.
The next time it tried to influence my thinking, I asked,
“Why are you here? What do you want?”
It rung it's hands for a moment, silent.
The first time, it replied “To change you.”
I tried to talk into it every attack.
It grew more anxious every time I asked, as if no one took the time to confer with it.
Its answers became more telling
“So you will suffer for what you've done.”
“You need to remember what a miserable creature you are.”
“I will not leave your side. I am what you deserve.”
It is extremely insistent.
But I know it will not retain this power forever.
I will continue to note its arrival.
Someday, I hope that it will be a fleeting, inconsequential specter.
But today isn’t someday I suppose.
We all live with demons.
Sadly, this isn’t the first or last.