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on (language around) transfeminine bodies as sites of social-reproductive labor

#coming back with this #i would appreciate some help with the ID/alt text since i'm unsure how to get the color-coding across #but yeah this came about during my re-read of blue period #an attempt at articulating my feelings on gendered language around/ employed by trans ppl in sex(-adjacent) work #wherein gender(ed) embodiment is policed & validated through performance of heteronormative desire as/for labor #re: yuka. ough #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #transgender poetry #trans poetry #lgbt #words

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a different version titled barber on [] island published in the dawn review & now nominated for best of the net 2024 !

so i went to the barber

#i didn't like the version that was Published but eh whatever

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so i went to the barber

#& yes there IS an angels in america reference! #also the new tagging interface on tumblr? weird #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #transgender poetry #trans poetry #poetry #twc poetry #poeticstories #spilled ink #words #writeblr

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i've been dabbling in flash lately. this was published in the november 2022 issue of erato magazine.

#writers on tumblr #flash fiction #words #writeblr #creative writing #microfiction #prose #twc prose #idk how to tag this lol i usually only use the poetry tags so.

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THE STATE

#tumblr quality reduction fucked this one up i’m so sorry. click on the image for better readability. #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #poetry #spilled ink #words #contemporary poetry #spilled prose #twc poetry #poeticstories #writeblr #trans poets on tumblr #trans poetry #transgender poetry

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collapse, now published in the greenhouse issue of pink plastic house

#id in alt-text; id in plain text in reblog by eveesque #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #poetry #spilled ink #words #contemporary poetry #spilled prose #twc poetry #poeticstories #writeblr #experimental poetry #alt lit #pink plastic house

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Hey You, Sir, Should Be Coming Out in INKSOUNDS

#uh it’s one of my favorite poems to have ever written + it was published in october but i feel weird actually sharing it it feels so #personal idk. i’ll be back in like three hours & i’ll add tws & an id & such! #id in alt text for now #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #poetry #spilled ink #words #contemporary poetry #spilled prose #twc poetry #poeticstories #writeblr #poetblr #poem #poetryportal #writeblrcafe #nosebleedclub

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my own private nonexistence

#id in alt text. plain text id in reblog coming later! (eveesque) #my main inspirations for this were aeon ginsberg’s beast government; andrea abi-karam’s hold my hand and. denji chainsaw man 💀 #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #spilled ink #poetry #words #contemporary poetry #spilled prose #twc poetry #poeticstories #writeblr #poem #poetblr #poetryportal #spilled words #writeblrcafe #spilled thoughts #nosebleedclub #trans poetry #queer poetry

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in angel rust magazine :)

WHEN WE SLUR OUR OWN WATERS, found poem from Page 55 of Bestiary (2020) by K-Ming Chang

[ID: Blackout poem on white background, with a significant portion of the text ‘blacked out’ in dark red. The visible parts read: “our shoulder blades knotted up to rub flint side by side, skin wrestling each other to history, fuck/marry/kill to kill all who ate bread and butter for breakfast. I related to gravity, the way blades belonged inside black bows in my hair. and She looked at every I, tearing out a river from her mouth: on her, pretending to drown, I plated my teeth to her pulse. she pronounced us raw, never properly cooked inside mothers. Our god of language, who taught us our arms, wrote in red on our question: Why is water our dialect?” /end ID]

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pluto probably has a hole in his heart and we will never know

#i’m working on the image description but it’ll take a while since there are 3 ways to read this!! #edit: id already posted on eveesque #i’ve been wanting to post a poem but i’m dissatisfied w all three pieces that got recently published :/ so this is a quick smth i did today #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #poetry #spilled ink #words #contemporary poetry #spilled prose #twc poetry #poeticstories #writeblr #poem #poetblr #poetryportal #writeblrcafe

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short new thing now out in miniMAG!

#poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #poetry #spilled ink #words #contemporary poetry #twc poetry #spilled prose #poeticstories #writeblr #poetblr #poetryportal #writeblrcafe

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Disappointing Prior Walter the Thirty-Fourth for Mister Magazine

#being incapable of rage!! also this was published wayyy back in early august (i think?) just haven’t had time to post it yet #id in alt text #spilled ink #poetblr #writeblr #twc poetry #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #poeticstories #writerscreed #poetryportal #writeblrcafe #ask to tag #queer writers of color #writers of color #burmese writers

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now rehoused in five south journal :)

WHEN THE WRITER TRIES TO MAKE NUMBNESS HUMANE, for Tigers Zine

[ID: Black text in Georgia font on white background that reads: “When poets crawl out of dead-white paper to remind me I’m an alive thing;/ When in the darkness I mouth my own fist as though it were something/ More authoritative, like God maybe, or even a loaf of bread not too dry/ For this blood-softened and bite-prone delicacy; when I am reduced to begging/ To an unknown thing, like a cicada out of season and reduced to dust, in hope/ Their cries are cries of tears, and not a necessity, like breathing; when/ Terribly alone in my hope I weep, unaware that hope itself is a product/ Of a life, small but here inside of me, like some sort of extraordinary stream,/ Like blood or more – I am then an unconditional human. Yet I must step out/ Of this room where I create monsters only to weep on their shoulders, to face/ The more human things, like light and water, and sweet-eyed June, and/ Spiders asleep amongst their poison.” /end ID]

#long story short tigers zine had a big scandal/ was one of the litmags run by someone for the purpose of stalking/ abusing some writers so.

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WHEN THE WRITER TRIES TO MAKE NUMBNESS HUMANE, for Tigers Zine

[ID: Black text in Georgia font on white background that reads: “When poets crawl out of dead-white paper to remind me I’m an alive thing;/ When in the darkness I mouth my own fist as though it were something/ More authoritative, like God maybe, or even a loaf of bread not too dry/ For this blood-softened and bite-prone delicacy; when I am reduced to begging/ To an unknown thing, like a cicada out of season and reduced to dust, in hope/ Their cries are cries of tears, and not a necessity, like breathing; when/ Terribly alone in my hope I weep, unaware that hope itself is a product/ Of a life, small but here inside of me, like some sort of extraordinary stream,/ Like blood or more – I am then an unconditional human. Yet I must step out/ Of this room where I create monsters only to weep on their shoulders, to face/ The more human things, like light and water, and sweet-eyed June, and/ Spiders asleep amongst their poison.” /end ID]

#i’ll be v honest i wasn’t rlly thinking much when i wrote this re: the subject of the poem. writers block baby! #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #spilled ink #writeblr #poetblr #twc poetry #poeticstories #nosebleedclub #poetryportal

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WHEN WE SLUR OUR OWN WATERS, found poem from Page 55 of Bestiary (2020) by K-Ming Chang

[ID: Blackout poem on white background, with a significant portion of the text ‘blacked out’ in dark red. The visible parts read: “our shoulder blades knotted up to rub flint side by side, skin wrestling each other to history, fuck/marry/kill to kill all who ate bread and butter for breakfast. I related to gravity, the way blades belonged inside black bows in my hair. and She looked at every I, tearing out a river from her mouth: on her, pretending to drown, I plated my teeth to her pulse. she pronounced us raw, never properly cooked inside mothers. Our god of language, who taught us our arms, wrote in red on our question: Why is water our dialect?” /end ID]

#hello hi hi i’m back again. this is about 2 ppl disconnected from their (shared) culture & language meeting each other & learning to love it #again by seeing it as a mutual point of connection etc. #i’ve been trying to find litmags/ presses to submit this to but they’re incredibly hard to find for nontraditional poetry forms so. u get it #here instead! #poetry #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #twc poetry #writeblr #poetblr #blackout poetry #erasure poetry #contemporary poetry #spilled ink #writerscreed #poetryportal #writeblrcafe #poeticstories

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our zine is FINALLY DONE !!! and can be found FREE on gumroad !!!

i’d like to thank the following contributors (who participated via tumblr): @eveesque @stone-butch-blue @hee-blee-art @morgutio & @igbygoesdown ! check out their work in this issue, it wouldn’t have been made without them!! 💚

#^ i’m featured here! please check it out if you’re interested

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from ‘summer is coming soon & i will get a lot better’

#typography #poetry #i wanted to try smth new! & see what u think