2 25 441 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource All Anthology Poems Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all poems currently available to read in the Anthology. To browse poems by author identity tags, <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/tag-index" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">visit the tag index</a> or <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/search" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">try our advanced search</a>. Poem Contains text information about individual contributors to the anthology. Text Any textual data included in the document The in between space Maybelline and gasoline Where do I fit in? —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/644" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Dana Snyder</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource GENTLE GENDERS Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Dana Snyder https://d1y502jg6fpugt.cloudfront.net/81174/archive/files/8e308ff343077876c31f9ed358331e6b.pdf?Expires=1792022400&Signature=BTEw6NzBS8XtxrBc-sIQLOtTL6EX0XxsrLWCr618YFCCZwnVMZpN3NIityr62QJGFtGLZ7uDE7HiXQ60TmNrqlbiVPMZSfMHK995KY7SRRL0oJPqku6HosOBa4KqwrsDn45Hj8S99sfC5aUkkrgJTJGYhEyTzqLSJclkAzwLEO7nJLhj8U0nvMX%7ESpcVlnm5LcoMYsryIfSZyGsHpp2yHSAqE081sh22U9kKU8Ku4dWBMKAoqjJZqO1U6%7EVxNXA2WxSGLjg8%7EEmy72qKS1HnPqxlJw8I09fAWcbpNBmfghYAqPejyq-py18Az7VnGXDb2m57w2npxDGgkzG31tLrCQ__&Key-Pair-Id=K6UGZS9ZTDSZM acbebd18dc2796f956270920d5ccbf7a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource All Anthology Poems Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all poems currently available to read in the Anthology. To browse poems by author identity tags, <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/tag-index" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">visit the tag index</a> or <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/search" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">try our advanced search</a>. Poem Contains text information about individual contributors to the anthology. Text Any textual data included in the document *Note: Because of the formatting of this poem, it cannot be displayed on screen. Please read it as a PDF, accessible via the Files. Author: <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/571">Haines Whitacre</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Navel Architect Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Haines Whitacre Author Tag: lesbian Author Tag: Transsexual Woman Author Tag: white https://d1y502jg6fpugt.cloudfront.net/81174/archive/files/cf1873a7f1f234ad019eba5f6dd3e318.pdf?Expires=1792022400&Signature=JZJ5sH149EvLXCkc7LuTLNc%7EMhpjJFiInPQtjsrWs3V9g5BQ6-IobYXa4sS9fqL5P2ECSGrI4Pd8C33%7EEnRm55t65ZKKsbbhWjtHnUm0Na0Nb9gmV-h%7EZY89KlGAfcWck1iAKh1CXmnkdcJzoLTPT1D9-3bayfnW%7E07Gr1cg4I4R0rD8fp4EUc7F7EhKVRfVlwthwcSRJQA6bSdy4PESH42yKiyHNA1W7gmMNxDnqgR6TGeZOYSYHCuamPtQZ7VrKASHnR7frVKXiNREYiUnXRIxB%7EnTfp9rpOcEO2jLqK10wvWgi%7EHh5CCN%7Ei8xB8%7EUdHodGnYng88G4xS6EdIOZA__&Key-Pair-Id=K6UGZS9ZTDSZM 8476f317fdb14bd905d55ec1f214d3a6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource All Anthology Poems Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all poems currently available to read in the Anthology. To browse poems by author identity tags, <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/tag-index" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">visit the tag index</a> or <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/search" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">try our advanced search</a>. Poem Contains text information about individual contributors to the anthology. Text Any textual data included in the document *Note: Because of the formatting of this poem, it cannot be displayed on screen. Please read it as a PDF, accessible via the Files. Author: <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/740">Roin Morigeau</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Title A name given to the resource All Anthology Poems Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all poems currently available to read in the Anthology. To browse poems by author identity tags, <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/tag-index" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">visit the tag index</a> or <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/search" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">try our advanced search</a>. Poem Contains text information about individual contributors to the anthology. Text Any textual data included in the document *Note: Because of the formatting of this poem, it cannot be displayed on screen. Please read it as a PDF, accessible via the Files. Author: <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/740">Roin Morigeau</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Present Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Roin Morigeau Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource All Anthology Poems Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all poems currently available to read in the Anthology. To browse poems by author identity tags, <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/tag-index" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">visit the tag index</a> or <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/search" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">try our advanced search</a>. Poem Contains text information about individual contributors to the anthology. Text Any textual data included in the document Anniversary The check arrived in the mail yesterday, a $60.00 refund for our marriage license stating that the Oregon Supreme Court has invalidated our union, all nineteen years of it. People like us are not allowed to marry. I am: what they mean when they say “culture wars”, the reason our president was re-elected, a threat to every straight marriage, news of the fall of civilization, a sign of decaying morals, the wolf at the door of family values, even, one man said, quite possibly the cause of the destruction of the twin towers. I never knew I was that dangerous. Every morning over breakfast I hear on the radio the voices of those who hate me, those who make it their business to hate us for who we are and <p">who we love. According to them, our fight for equal rights to love and to marry, to fair housing and employment, to raise healthy children, to see ourselves reflected in positive ways in books and on TV, to let young gays and lesbians know they are not alone, to be safe in our homes and on the streets-- is just the homosexual “agenda”. Parents and preachers, lawyers and politicians, get a life I think, what would you do with your time if you didn’t have our dangerous love to fight? A sin is knowingly polluting the earth for profit, A sin is killing women, children, fathers and brothers and sons for oil or land or power. A sin is not thinking about our children’s children’s children with each decision that we make. My love is not a sin. I have a photograph of our handfasting ceremony, my right hand clasped over your left hand, fingers entwined, the red silk cord that binds us still spiraling up our arms. I remember that slow turn to face you, the unexpected power of our vows-- giving voice to promises we’ve been keeping, unstated, in all our years together. This much is true: I am a woman with grey in her hair, a mixed-blood Cherokee-Irish adoptee with two artificial hips and a couple of disabled welsh corgi dogs, I am teacher and writer and daughter and sister and friend and neighbor and, whether the city, the state or even the constitution recognizes or sanctions it, I am married to another woman, in heart, body, mind, in all my outlaw self. —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/736">Kate Miller</a> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. anti LGBTQ hate Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource All Anthology Poems Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all poems currently available to read in the Anthology. To browse poems by author identity tags, <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/tag-index" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">visit the tag index</a> or <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/search" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">try our advanced search</a>. Poem Contains text information about individual contributors to the anthology. Text Any textual data included in the document *Note: Because of the formatting of this poem, it cannot be displayed on screen. Please read it as a PDF, accessible via the Files. Author: <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/733">Taylar Christianson</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Byline Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Taylar Christianson Author Tag: genderqueer Author Tag: lesbian https://d1y502jg6fpugt.cloudfront.net/81174/archive/files/00ba5b50df55f6dd5e80045c54452a56.pdf?Expires=1792022400&Signature=UeeamefKAEqV4ytUbkzPAZ15BKsn4AcDec-A0H2whoGw3QrL4rsZ%7El22xCzWTGkEC7D5r%7E%7EbnfrPMvRqyUy9Gt9%7ELMxdLc8rs%7EE9LT6sEYRcAWvVmqBox%7E%7EcLnf5ntKmJGSDTMyRWfHv7IR9UtzR1nMseh9ch4X5yn7NiSgztO7gZ%7EfXvTlvMoNRGT9Ntnsli3M9pxu7YFp3M5l89YwvshslaVM0akCof-Mge2D0a40Hh3MJ4xKWhR4DXw2BIRjBJRrKk2YU5zfc8jjl7PLq0%7EFC35bMdnA2rfF5-ZOROudcJ0he1HponKI3prOdV4ScMxiMr%7E3yqTd8QQsYPZrtfA__&Key-Pair-Id=K6UGZS9ZTDSZM b6600e5a134637951200ecdc6668b66e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource All Anthology Poems Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all poems currently available to read in the Anthology. To browse poems by author identity tags, <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/tag-index" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">visit the tag index</a> or <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/search" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">try our advanced search</a>. Poem Contains text information about individual contributors to the anthology. Text Any textual data included in the document *Note: Because of the formatting of this poem, it cannot be displayed on screen. Please read it as a PDF, accessible via the Files. 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Title A name given to the resource smooth butter fog Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Taylar Christianson Author Tag: genderqueer Author Tag: lesbian Content Notice: sensuality Content Notice: swearing https://d1y502jg6fpugt.cloudfront.net/81174/archive/files/136a44a90b517a25d90c5653ec75faf3.jpg?Expires=1792022400&Signature=QdmZZ2XsxgLFZH8i5OsZmhxtCzZIO2ihAqoxyrOppaBzwbVcGnVzZwMhGwst6Brk0BEzGwpWnLP-Oy4lDVvilus4hyGHYqY1O-xP4ogQhzn2fiAIJgE4bc75I-LlPJxnVfKuYntHUvUNeQTDmp8nHXNXwXWk1K%7EcivLqINLMOaoepBPUeuxZJ8URFtGNw08M7sGa5204fgs2XD6tfbmDcXhLAEXbaVg9JMLpCp5Y32aql1K8j0lBhTYT6aGH8pcLzdwdAN3OVQcUkFz4FpqdnTpooqEJx2IBzoUdofaIa-2HsjHh3ovTOaGlgqEYrcW6CJ7731dtooXqbb9vyxT%7E9g__&Key-Pair-Id=K6UGZS9ZTDSZM 0911e8491c8b65af6d880b02ac0f390b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource All Anthology Poems Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all poems currently available to read in the Anthology. To browse poems by author identity tags, <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/tag-index" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">visit the tag index</a> or <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/search" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">try our advanced search</a>. Poem Contains text information about individual contributors to the anthology. Text Any textual data included in the document *Note: Because of the formatting of this poem, it cannot be displayed on screen. Please read it as a PDF, accessible via the Files. Author: <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/375">Poppy Yozh (they/them)</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Root Bound Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Poppy Yozh (they/them) Author Tag: activist Author Tag: demisexual Author Tag: gay Author Tag: impacted by poverty Author Tag: low-income Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: polyamorous Author Tag: Polysexual Author Tag: queer Author Tag: transgender Author Tag: white https://d1y502jg6fpugt.cloudfront.net/81174/archive/files/e938e650e075595ed0d9f75c4374216d.jpg?Expires=1792022400&Signature=UD5T4I-nNrKC0mRrQvRRI1nmgt-1DaFlCdMjtEn3WlOuiCY9CUkv0dnNBlszSeOgFwGQygL8GDIlpdEK96VeKnMCg-jB3ZiTROoKH2tN%7EsxOrLiklDts5cUuXPL2v36%7Eg5XhZHKELHwfjjirAZGLH4p5aUmXG-kOmATmBrWZ5Ya3mhElkiK7MQJ-SMoc-3-D5jsKZ5GfG%7E57tGj9SWB7g60QMwtqieDA4oUejlc13SCWwdZezDx45y570fDjwT6SFqJ2c-J5U7GvQggRJo6veCBQ5kuWUMptwxoMehvm%7En5oGp6fPFe9ffPq80F8yhTvpZHHFsUWlY3D0Hhnk4njoQ__&Key-Pair-Id=K6UGZS9ZTDSZM 06e9c6f549b8854ae6e1d60003b2f59f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource All Anthology Poems Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all poems currently available to read in the Anthology. To browse poems by author identity tags, <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/tag-index" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">visit the tag index</a> or <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/search" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">try our advanced search</a>. Poem Contains text information about individual contributors to the anthology. Text Any textual data included in the document 1. We all fall out of cars when we’re three— when the excitement to climb down ourselves puts our center of gravity in front of our skill level, our little forehead in front of our feet, out of windows in Moscow for talking trash about Putin— and that’s why we don’t live in Moscow, off a bicycle at least once— it’s a rite of passage impossible to avoid. We fall from grace no matter how hard we try, from pedestals too high—elevated by another’s need. We fall into the wrong crowd when our parents aren’t looking. We fall out of favor, out of fashion, or all over ourselves to prove a point. We fall in love and out again; we fall apart and start again. We might fall clipping a sandal toe on the edge of a sidewalk buckled from the heat or by slipping on black ice lying in wait under a dusting of snow, or we could lose our balance stubbing a tree root along the path— a full-frontal faceplant. Lots of bleeding, but by grace, the very same we fell from, nothing breaks— not a tooth, not a nose, not a lens in our brand-new designer glasses, nothing except our confidence. Blood pouring from our nose into our hands, dripping off our chin where a flap of skin now dangles, proceeds down the forearms in search of an elbow. We’re exercising every blood-stopping skill learned over years of practice— as a kid, with our children, for an aging parent unexpectedly fainting in the kitchen. Finally, the last drops fall. We look as if we’ve just torn open a small animal with our bare hands and feasted on its heart for breakfast. Disbelief gathers up presence of mind— we get up. Sheer determination steps in to escort us back to the car. We don’t give a second thought to what’s happened to our confidence the confidence left lying in blood-soaked dirt no ceremony, not even a good-bye. 2. Snow falls, leaves fall, water falls over a cliff. But unlike snowflakes, or leaves in autumn, or waterfalls diving into pools far below, we’re propelled by an intrepid resolve to get back up. Falling off your bike at seven is a temporary setback on the road to mastering balance on ever bigger bikes. Falling face first at seventy is a turning point—a switchback where independence takes on hiking poles and Life Alerts dangling around our necks. Ask the once free-flying, twirling snowflake how she feels ending her journey face-first, nestled in a snowdrift— each one with the only confidence they have left they’ll never twirl like that again. —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/729">Karen S Bonnell</a> Photo credits: Mountain photo by Ainur Khakimov on Unsplash, Snowflake photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. visceral body imagery violence violent imagery Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Falling Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Karen S Bonnell Author Tag: compassionate listener Author Tag: Family law change-agent Author Tag: grandmother Author Tag: lesbian Author Tag: mentor Author Tag: parent Content Notice: violence Content Notice: violent imagery Content Notice: visceral body imagery https://d1y502jg6fpugt.cloudfront.net/81174/archive/files/086577bda18640a1a43c9e4d2266ec8e.jpg?Expires=1792022400&Signature=oKQLeVWfiJwZHcssE2%7E-yqLxOP4Nao3zBk1RXVRFwmY9fbS3BIuCnfJmpdFSloSqOp5GWTML-OSTFwidnMe22x00%7EeZV7%7E-eMCqLYHUMslFDXjZLJGZy1OtC7Yx2aessEXimRIkLwXqRrmLKsSwHNKx-xkONrHlO9WHLr4R6n6Zg8DeTVg%7EcI86xF60sTgi-4%7Em258t6bbx2UoMSc3bYnZ6XktYejF6kYyPs3Blt9dWRvfw019T1uqwasEfuO3stXTK4YrCGv5SyrtBpyXWAf5PwHDp57aXAAmNqUQW1wPHdxehQBv3oEwaM1UO2qYnCKg9ymzM%7EXs1b2%7Elm-22NyA__&Key-Pair-Id=K6UGZS9ZTDSZM 55277ac12639db09607eab9d04f0b151 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource All Anthology Poems Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all poems currently available to read in the Anthology. To browse poems by author identity tags, <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/tag-index" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">visit the tag index</a> or <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/search" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">try our advanced search</a>. Poem Contains text information about individual contributors to the anthology. Text Any textual data included in the document Sometimes poetry tests my patience. Poets arranging words dragged in from other worlds as if taking dictation from alien nation heads of state, prophets calling in spewing wisdom in an unfamiliar cadence, order and disorder, symbols and signs. Imagination forced to fill gaping holes— a bridge too far, a channel too deep— leaping the tracks from one train of thought to another without warning. A novice, left alone at the station weighed down by carry-ons of confusion, exasperated, brow furrowed. Listen with your eyes closed. Maybe magic ... ... maybe madness. Teacher, “Today we’ll study this text.” Student, “But Rabbi, I don’t read Hebrew.” Teacher, “Your heart does.” —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/729">Karen S Bonnell</a> Photo credit: Photo by Vadim Orlov on iStock Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Title A name given to the resource All Anthology Poems Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all poems currently available to read in the Anthology. To browse poems by author identity tags, <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/tag-index" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">visit the tag index</a> or <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/search" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">try our advanced search</a>. Poem Contains text information about individual contributors to the anthology. Text Any textual data included in the document *Note: Because of the formatting of this poem, it cannot be displayed on screen. Please read it as a PDF, accessible via the Files. Author: <a>Joseph H</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Title A name given to the resource All Anthology Poems Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all poems currently available to read in the Anthology. To browse poems by author identity tags, <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/tag-index" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">visit the tag index</a> or <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/search" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">try our advanced search</a>. Poem Contains text information about individual contributors to the anthology. Text Any textual data included in the document *Note: Because of the formatting of this poem, it cannot be displayed on screen. Please read it as a PDF, accessible via the Files. Author: <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/631" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Clare Johnson</a> First published in Seattle Review of Books on Aug 9, 2016. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource There's Something Else Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Clare Johnson Author Tag: activist Author Tag: disabled Author Tag: dyke Author Tag: gay Author Tag: genderqueer Author Tag: lesbian Author Tag: low-income Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: queer Author Tag: white Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource All Anthology Poems Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all poems currently available to read in the Anthology. 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Text Any textual data included in the document “It’s only after you notice an ache that you realize, it must have always been there” ~ Jane Hirschfield when your lungs are stuck on the rungs of your ribs keep trying to exhale your breath caught like a needle repeating black vinyl memory, a fish suffocating in air, one desperate eye staring in the only direction it can see, your spectacular body flailing, your shimmering tale, you curl and uncurl, wave, billow, whip yourself snap in the wet air like thick red and white stripes above a silent blue filled with stars for two years needle drop memories dance shadows into your squint It’s so troubling that people don’t seem to recognize-- darkness is where the light is The needle drops on the record, my Close and Play memory Our bedtime story, Dumbo catches in the scratches I didn’t know were there A Hottentot caged, a 3-ring spectacle, an elephant “Baby mine, don’t you cry, baby mine, close your eyes” her soft voice sings through black vinyl skin into our bedtime air sings to my sister and I through the cage and stars of story time, a hysterical pachyderm wraps a lullaby around her stolen child —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/719" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Jourdan Imani Keith (she/her/sir)</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Black Record Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Jourdan Imani Keith (she/her/sir) Author Tag: activist Author Tag: Black or African American Author Tag: Christian Author Tag: queer Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource All Anthology Poems Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all poems currently available to read in the Anthology. To browse poems by author identity tags, <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/tag-index" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">visit the tag index</a> or <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/search" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">try our advanced search</a>. Poem Contains text information about individual contributors to the anthology. Text Any textual data included in the document Once I saw a dead cub floating near shore, free of fur but still flesh, a transparent apparition. I couldn’t tell if she fell, spooked, or wounded first, she slid. Where else can they go? (Where, for that matter, can any of us?) In a speedboat’s wake the ghost cub rose and fell, upright in a way, like a small child crawling on her hands and knees in supplication or (vain) escape. We fed mouse-click fodder to the gods, slept like sugar ants sticky on the counter, wandered alone, tender flesh, and more than once succumbed, gladly. Let them in! (I’m scared.) My neighbors say no. (They’re scared.) Once in the woods, I came upon a dead chicken, still feathered, hung from a limb over loaves of Wonder Bread, still wrapped and on fire, in a shallow pit. Or I should say, smoldering. Bear bait, the ranger told me. Don’t you know? (This is not ours!) . . . a hard pew, a hand recorder, an agenda, Ecclesiastes, maybe or Acts, an organ velvet-draped beneath the Power Point —or else a torn warning from a trailhead. How rarely, now, we drop to our knees: to scrub the floor with a dirty sponge, to wrap heat tape on pipes in the crawl space, to try (vainly) to protect what’s ours. (None of it is ours!) Mud bees nest in knotholes under the eaves and 3/8th screw holes on the boombox casing; the rifle was bought legally, the suspect appears to be in a state of shock. When the wake rolled smooth, the cub tipped from sight. (What of it is ours?) —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/636" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Ana Maria Spagna (she/her)</a> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. death violence environmental trauma Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Ghost Cub Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Ana Maria Spagna (she/her) Author Tag: lesbian Author Tag: Rural community member Content Notice: death Content Notice: environmental trauma Content Notice: violence Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource All Anthology Poems Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all poems currently available to read in the Anthology. To browse poems by author identity tags, <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/tag-index" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">visit the tag index</a> or <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/search" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">try our advanced search</a>. Poem Contains text information about individual contributors to the anthology. Text Any textual data included in the document of the best minds of my time. I have seen them wandering these fanged streets their hands up, scratching the tear gassed sky (hear) a blues black woman, her voice kneeling on the rice strewn threshold of our nation of our history stuttering its’ rhetoric in the crack rhetoric in the crack rhetoric in the crack of equality The LP, now a CD scratched, And Still We ain’t gonna let nobody turn us around but blood is the dwelling of our throats the red river stitches us to our parents in Selma Bloody Sunday bridges mine eyes have seen the glory and it is not pretty-- mamas rocking, shrieking, cradling broken baby bottle lives this one is for the brother’s that ain’t here we don’t have that much time that kinda money Our fallen dead are not carved in black marble memorials instead we mumble into mercy into canisters of rage peace is not the way we feel, it is a strategy the whole world is watching as nausea rolls over us a great sea of clacking bones. What color stitches blood to humanity? if we exercise our right— carry the Wild Wild West in a holster, if we walk into supermarkets to buy bread with our .38 caliber PEACE strapped to our hips would we survive your assumptions? Can we cowboy like the Caucasian? I saw, a bulging khaki clad ghost man, striding by art posters on 2nd Avenue his gun holstered. I called ‘cause I didn’t want to be the one to say yes, I’d seen him moments before he bulleted a school, a movie theater, a post office, a school, a school, a school 911, “oh it’s ok, he’s not a threat. oh, it’s ok? he has the right.” Our skin is a weapon you are afraid of Your skin is a grenade you have used I have seen the boys in black, the boys in blue the boys in black, the boys in blue wandering these bruised streets looking for an angry fix I have seen them sewn together by the red river thread. we have forgotten black, is not a color white, is not a color only blood —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/719" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Jourdan Imani Keith (she/her/sir)</a> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. violence abuse or trauma grief Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Blood is the Color Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Jourdan Imani Keith (she/her/sir) Author Tag: activist Author Tag: Black or African American Author Tag: Christian Author Tag: queer Content Notice: grief Content Notice: trauma or abuse Content Notice: violence Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource All Anthology Poems Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all poems currently available to read in the Anthology. To browse poems by author identity tags, <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/tag-index" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">visit the tag index</a> or <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/search" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">try our advanced search</a>. Poem Contains text information about individual contributors to the anthology. Text Any textual data included in the document It was on a train between Paris and London. She was reading my favorite book and I the newest book by her favorite author, we agreed that this was clearly a case of a book recommending a person. It was on an airplane. Their nerves made them talk and my boredom made me listen. I held their hand and heard a detailed account of every relationship they had ever had, before I even knew their name. It was in play group. Our mothers would sip lattes, while we rolled around on the ground and pulled each other’s hair. All these years later we sip the lattes, otherwise not much has changed. It was at a convention, he was dressed as the Ninth Doctor and I Rose Tyler. He grabbed my hand and said “run” as he dragged me towards a TARDIS photo-op prop. How could I resist that? It was a blind date set up by mutual friends. We ended up debating Russian literature, Marvel vs. DC, summer and winter, bread butter side up or butter side down, and American film all before dessert came. It was in a college. We had two classes together in a row. We always spent the walk between them chatting. They liked to keep me on my toes and never let me get away with easy answers. It was in a crowded coffee shop. The only seat left near an outlet was at the table where she was sitting. I boldly offered to get her a refill on her drink in exchange for the space at her table. All of these stories are true stories. They are just not my story. If a monkey typing for an infinite amount of time will someday produce Hamlet. It follows that infinite universes will produce all possible stories. The truth is, I mostly just sleep on planes and trains. I never went to play group and have never been to a convention or on a blind date. College lies far behind me and I flee from crowded coffee shops. The truth is, how we meet may be one of these, or none of these, or maybe we won’t meet at all. So in all this I remind myself that: All fiction is memoir published in the wrong parallel universe. —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/716" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Sarah Beth Gumm they/she</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 7 True Stories of How We Didn't Meet Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Sarah Beth Gumm they/she Author Tag: Asexual Author Tag: bisexual Author Tag: Christian Author Tag: genderfluid Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: queer Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource All Anthology Poems Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all poems currently available to read in the Anthology. To browse poems by author identity tags, <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/tag-index" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">visit the tag index</a> or <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/search" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">try our advanced search</a>. Poem Contains text information about individual contributors to the anthology. Text Any textual data included in the document As each note you play descends, One by one, the staircase of my mind, I too am swept down, pulled along As song you seem to find Effortlessly – floating, falling, Weightless in our air; then plucked As ripe fruits from their branches, Clandestine, somewhere deeply-tucked In forests dense as sound, Deep as bass, and dimly-lighted – I wonder – In this song will I be found At last, when we are no more unrequited? —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/714" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Sydney Maltese</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource untitled Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Sydney Maltese Author Tag: activist Author Tag: disabled Author Tag: gay Author Tag: lesbian Author Tag: queer Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource All Anthology Poems Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all poems currently available to read in the Anthology. To browse poems by author identity tags, <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/tag-index" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">visit the tag index</a> or <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/search" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">try our advanced search</a>. Poem Contains text information about individual contributors to the anthology. Text Any textual data included in the document All I want is another moment, of us breaking bread under the retiring sun our laughs vaulting us above the clouds letting us think of nothing but the warmth of an amber sunset and the whistling winds All I want is another moment, where I can annoy you and laugh knowing your love for me is stronger than my flaws All I want is another moment, where I bask in the gleam of your eye as your passion overflows in your words I miss you. I want you back. Racism robbed me of your love and for what? for what? —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/699" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Logan Wilson</a> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. grief Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Delta Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Logan Wilson Author Tag: activist Author Tag: agender Author Tag: atheist Author Tag: bisexual Author Tag: Black or African American Author Tag: disabled Author Tag: Jewish Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: white Content Notice: grief Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource All Anthology Poems Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all poems currently available to read in the Anthology. To browse poems by author identity tags, <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/tag-index" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">visit the tag index</a> or <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/search" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">try our advanced search</a>. Poem Contains text information about individual contributors to the anthology. Text Any textual data included in the document Loud footsteps felt within the chest, the walls cave in and I am trapped beneath the ruins. Memories collide with memories, bounce wall to wall in the claustrophobic space I call my mind and I am desperate for an escape. The cries for a feeling of belonging flatline through my uneasiness felt within every space. A descendent of endlessly fleeing parents fails to model making a place feel like home and the screams serve as an exile; I am cast outside where I am said to belong. Childhood house mistaken for childhood home and the pummeling bleeds into the walls and consumes me. An exercise in class demands I place myself on a hypothetical map to demonstrate where I feel at home and I wither. I stand on the spot where my apartment resides but that is not where my heart is. They tell you home is where the heart is without accounting for the diffusion of one's heart in people now-absent. They tell you home is where the heart is without acknowledging the beat-down, spun-around heart that is afraid to be of use any longer. If only you could differentiate between heart and home like you can between mother and father. I hang posters on my bedroom walls trying to leave pieces of me in the site I rest at night but it is lousy. It is a lousy attempt/a lousy cause and I am not sure whether I will ever succeed. A word lost in translation, devoid of definition, it rings obsolete to this imagination. For I find refuge in writing and shelter in my apartment, there is no home in which my mind feels at ease and my body relaxes. My home is everywhere and nowhere. I am fresh to this Earth with limited time remaining, yet I still question whether I will be forever detached from where I was birthed. I feel the weight of witnessing others’ belonging in my heart and await the snap of the strings. Staring through window after window, I begin to view myself from above as if there is not even a home in this body. As I am abused by life’s forces with no end in sight, I shrink into my skin in search of warmth as a place. Warmth as a place such as present in home but I remain cold without. The passage of time envelopes me and while I live and live and live with no grand escape, I exclaim: Heaven please save me and make me your home. —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/712" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Juno</a> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. childhood trauma or abuse mental health Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Heaven please help me for I have no home here. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Juno Author Tag: activist Author Tag: Asian or Asian American Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: queer Author Tag: transmasc Content Notice: childhood trauma or abuse Content Notice: mental health Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource All Anthology Poems Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all poems currently available to read in the Anthology. To browse poems by author identity tags, <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/tag-index" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">visit the tag index</a> or <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/search" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">try our advanced search</a>. 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Text Any textual data included in the document my body is the temporary beginning in the flesh of my carrier/carried back into the depths of The Mother— unrelenting dissatisfaction bleeds cries of despair wishing to transcend into the ideal Other; once/within youth, pulling the fabric of my skin [spot the deformity] my body is an object so dump me within the confines of your arousal, entangle me in deception/let us engage in deadly symbiosis for the lies of love pull me into the fix of ease my body is a placeholder so tell me what to do. make me perform for your reward; ignore all possible manners i am nothing but your Servant/determine my survival my body is a memory inviting a dive within the depths of my grief... enter my time capsule: see/hear/feel/touch the scars and wonder How Did You Survive? my body is inscribed with the colors of atrocity. chanting the horrors of “unwanted child”, staining the sense of worth; of self; of deservingness; [the misfortune of being birthed in this form] my body wishes it wasn’t— unsure about how much more it can take (beating the sound of discomfort) “let me out” x3 my body LIVED IT LIVED IT’S LIVING IT IS ALIVE my body does not forgive —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/712" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Juno</a> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. grief mental health family trauma or domestic violence violent imagery Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource an indictment of my Body Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Juno Author Tag: activist Author Tag: Asian or Asian American Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: queer Author Tag: transmasc Content Notice: family trauma or domestic violence Content Notice: grief Content Notice: mental health Content Notice: violent imagery Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource All Anthology Poems Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all poems currently available to read in the Anthology. 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Text Any textual data included in the document they watch me like i run lining up the little green houses you run with me you there and me crashing alongside there you are how can you be here i wish i was there want to be beyond the meadows are poppies like organs, and her eyes where the meadow breeds bright with crystallized life smooth as glass i close my eyes and i see her close her eyes and she sees you. have you ever seen something so round? such unknowable round round like or yet like round or rather yet round like no other round can i speak now? i am an organ that breathes, and through breathing come closer and closer to speech —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/709" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">arien wolf, they/them</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource they watch me like i run Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource arien wolf, they/them Author Tag: genderfluid Author Tag: genderqueer Author Tag: Jewish Author Tag: queer Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource All Anthology Poems Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all poems currently available to read in the Anthology. To browse poems by author identity tags, <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/tag-index" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">visit the tag index</a> or <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/search" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">try our advanced search</a>. Poem Contains text information about individual contributors to the anthology. Text Any textual data included in the document I was a fingerbreadths from love. Then I got lost in the snow. Love me from a distance or not at all, love me through the window, love through the locked door, love me from across the country, over state lines and timezones- love me three hours ahead. There's only so much love I can take before I start to be seen. We can only get so close before we start to merge into one creature- grotesque with desire, our exposed and fractured rib cageholding a single rotting heart It’s cold out here, is what I mean. It’s freezing, the hum drum dullness, rain on a roof and the rumble of trains, sensation and sound and- skin, split open you can see is just another organ. The clouds roll in. It’s looking like another storm, but then you press knife to chest and heart bursts out- here is my devotion, staining your sleeve. Love is a disease, it’s a contagion. It lines my lungs in with mold- touch me and feel your fingers sink into my skin, soft with decomposition. Love me too much and with too many hands and I'll swallow you whole. I don't want you to see the gaping maw inside of me, the emptiness behind my skin, all decay black and thin blood, I’d rather let you think I was clean and not hemorrhaging devotion. I’d rather you not see the bloodstains. You were never supposed to stay, is what I mean. The archeologists who find us won’t be able to see us as anything but one strange creature- bones intertwined and preserved tissues melted together. I suppose with contagions there is little to do other than burn. The thing with burning is that it purges the parasite, sure, but where does that leave you and me? Dust and ash and begging for it to stop? It might be better with this: me curled up a few steps from the porch and you inside. Me, freezing from tongue to teeth to lips curled in the shape of your name. You, asleep in bed, finding me in the morning when everything that needed to be said has already been spoken out loud. There’s a hollowness at the center of me with room for two. I’ll keep the door locked and let you believe I'm whole enough to love, but in thousands of years when my bones are exhumed they’ll see that love is an infection that consumed me down to the marrow. I’ve heard heaven is cold to the touch, is what I mean. I’ve heard it’s always snowing and the angels are all made by children and the fingers are always blue. I’ve heard it's cold. You wake up three hours before me and I’ve been dreaming of you the whole time, your blurry face an echo across the long stretch of land. Your name hitch-hiked thousands of miles to crawl into my mouth and rest heavy and bitter and burning on my tongue like stomach acid- if we’re not careful it’ll kill us both. I dream of you and swallow down the poison of longing and do not rest easy. You built me a home with no windows, is what I mean. Build me a city too, call it holy land, hallowed land, church cemeteries house enough corpses that I can’t be lonely anymore. I’m tired, is what I mean. There’s food on the table but it’s rotten. There’s knives in the kitchen but they’re dull. I’ll love you forever, I mean. But I won’t get close enough to touch. —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/707" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Dove S. (they/it)</a> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. violent imagery visceral body imagery mental health suicide or self-harm (including ideation) Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Author: <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/704" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Ching-In Chen (they/them)</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Dear pigeon guillemot, Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Ching-In Chen (they/them) Author Tag: activist Author Tag: Asexual Author Tag: Asian or Asian American Author Tag: disabled Author Tag: genderfluid Author Tag: genderqueer Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: pansexual Author Tag: parent Author Tag: polyamorous Author Tag: queer Author Tag: transgender Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource All Anthology Poems Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all poems currently available to read in the Anthology. To browse poems by author identity tags, <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/tag-index" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">visit the tag index</a> or <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/search" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">try our advanced search</a>. Poem Contains text information about individual contributors to the anthology. Text Any textual data included in the document I trade for a minus tide which looks like we’re walking on moon. Green shrimp perch on fragile crater of dirt like entering world for first time. When you ask me where I’m from, I never say what I’m thinking. This mud covers my mouth at night, where I dream of missing my correct documents, not having affairs in order. I miss my step here and sink foot into muck, dipping past surface. Dream little fish drowning in my trousers, microbes biting skin. If I’m infected, I’ll shut door and pull blinds. I’ll keep eyes open as long as song spins. ~ The artist has made a swirling square – a 20 x 17 inch black ink storm. The grass breathes each of our names, chanting to soft dirt. Circulation, soft, chime of throat. I trade swirling black-ink storm with cloud-like octopus ballooning across awakening sky. Water covered bits of ground I stood on yesterday when I soaked my shoes. Need to prepare, to upright and gather my own ship for this bright and biting future. ~ I trade undersea green muck and moss with clean slate. Rain another threat, another law to cover sky. What can we dream of tomorrow, when our belts are even stricter, when our floor floods again. I am too often boxed in plastic, chilled, sodden tasting my own tongues. These days, I wait to breathe out front door, listening to trees flutter, waiting for them to sprout gifts. ~ I trade a light blue full-belly sky. We sat in grass and twirled with wind and flower after visiting grand tree. Later in night, driving down tourist strip, we crave late-night fries, searching our pockets for errant coins. I feel mixed up in this box, trying to kickstart a low flame. I am only one this evening wearing mask, holding my breath porously. I’m thinking of what comes in, what goes out. I’m also waiting again for door to close so I can take down my face, lay down my hair. ~ I trade another ink-black night with insistence on explaining everything. We could be light-diluted and sea-sparkling, asking for a thousand more decompositions from unfolding future. Instead an agitated sea of milk for at least 45 nights. You insist on slicking surface. The bacteria will grow again. I’m also keeping my mouth shut, saving this breath for now. ~ I trade for a story where you stand in wind and do not bend. Instead, little plovers dip in and out of water. We watch as little feet patter on sea’s surface. Beyond this frame is the real storm —glimpse of upturn, disruption. There is no fear ahead, as if calm stretches out for miles, circling peninsula with its orbit. ~ I trade sure electric afternoon to walk down sun. On other side an open gate waiting for a missing human. I trade ghost I have been waiting for. I’m imagining each hour spent quickly without much to distinguish. I set hooded light with slow glimmer at door. We quiet down inside and shutter our eyes down, wondering when we will be touched by the century. Instead, shift into next glaring hour, last meal shifting in our blood. Later you ask me what I remember, I pull my mouth wide to fish. ~ I trade creature we came across under deck months ago – a shock of bright purple, seastar gripping to pull open treasure. We all saw this omen as beginning to wonder except you shut in our little cab, nursing old memory. I trade now for heat after cloud and fog. I dip my hands in muck, looking for hard shell, a home in mud to eat. I look at my fellow murderers sinking into earth. If I trade in my sharp eye, loud tongue for this long road of green. If I store my tiny shell in memory, filled up with birds I can’t name. I watch down road for something I can’t yet perceive, but fear is coming for us. I can’t quite make out this cloudy sky. We’re peering out from behind glass pane until released into night, walking through moisture. I can’t quite make out what is blocking us from sea. —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/704" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Ching-In Chen (they/them)</a> Notes: This writing was first composed while at Willapa Bay AiR in response to “Minus Tide” and “Deception Pass” by Juliet Shen and the article “What Causes Swaths of the Ocean to Glow a Magnificent Milky Green?” by Sam Keck Scott in Hakai. The form was inspired by a writing prompt by Aliah Lavonne Tigh. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Transfusion Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Ching-In Chen (they/them) Author Tag: activist Author Tag: Asexual Author Tag: Asian or Asian American Author Tag: disabled Author Tag: genderfluid Author Tag: genderqueer Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: pansexual Author Tag: parent Author Tag: polyamorous Author Tag: queer Author Tag: transgender