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My poem "Not Even the Flood" is live in verum literary press (now defunct). This poem was inspired from a line by Moder_poet_Tim, so read it here: verumliterarypress.com/blog/not-even-…

"The picnic table might come through the bay window this time,to remind us of when the five of us used to sit together on its form." from Not Even the Flood by Alex Carrigan verumliterarypress.com/blog/not-even-…

Please be vocal about your love for someone’s art. Leave a word on that fic you stayed up reading. Compliment someone’s cute drawing. Send a message to that singer whose voice soothes your soul. Indifference is a silent killer, it corrodes an artist’s soul.

Excited to have a poem up on verum literary press (now defunct) today. Many thanks to jude armstrong. A couple of the lines in this poem have been floating around in my notebooks and my head for 40 years. verumliterarypress.com/blog/no-maps-f…

Lee Potts 📖 verum literary press (now defunct) jude armstrong These: "the new intersections made of streets we know never met" and "The riverbank crumbles faster. Only our shadows hold in the flow. We step back. We step back again." Goodness, Lee. This is what I want to write. What a marvelous poem.

“The riverbank crumbles faster. Only our shadows hold in the flow.” from No maps for these by Lee Potts 📖 verumliterarypress.com/blog/no-maps-f…

so excited to have a poem in this gorg issue

I HAVE EATEN THE PLUMS THAT WERE IN THE ICEBOX AND WHICH YOU WERE PROBABLY SAVING FOR BREAKFAST. FORGIVE ME THEY WERE DELICIOUS SO SWEET AND SO COLD.

happy birthday little me, you’re seventeen now.

this mag may only be 2 yrs old but the FOUNDING EIC IS SEVENTEEN TODAY

poem about growing up queer in the south. now out with God's Cruel Joke literary magazine

mardi gras is over and we’re back in business!!! new piece coming monday & subs will be open

"Here: where his tongue used to swim into mine, where I wonder how we held our breath for so long." from Ones and twos by David Hanion verumliterarypress.com/blog/ones-and-…

short little poem on the eclipse i almost completely missed

"The apartment is humming. There’s still room in the windows. I’m out of mail. Maybe the mailman came early." from The Spell for Budgeting by Michael VanCalbergh verumliterarypress.com/blog/the-spell…

new piece out!! it’s about the continued practice of forced labor in louisiana and across the country in prisons, may we abolish the system that enslaves our communities soon

Free PDF 📚: Black On Both Sides~A Racial History of Trans Identity by C. Riley Snorton Link 🔗: drive.google.com/file/d/1XrVaGJ… Click image for alt text + Book 📖 Summary 👇🏿