1 25 68 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 Contributing Authors Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all authors who have contributed to the Anthology. To browse authors by identities, <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>. Author Contains a poem written in plain text. Author Biography Biographical information about a person. Hello fellow human, I am Patricia, a proud enrolled member of the Makah Tribe, and a being who is working on becoming who/whatever I am here to be. I work in the realm of spirit in my private healing practice and find poetry a natural and easy companion there. Healing ancestral and generational wounds in myself and facilitating this work in/for others has become my life’s passion. When I’m not writing or doing soul midwife work you can find me keeping up with farm chores and tending to our garden as she grows. Poems List of poems attributed to the author. <ul><li><a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/745">Pull Out in the Living Room</a></li> </ul> Region The region of Washington State in which the author lives or has lived. Peninsula/Coastal 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 Patricia Buckingham (she/they) Author Tag: American Indigenous/Alaska Native Author Tag: genderqueer Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: pansexual Author Tag: Rural community member 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 tucked you away so easily for thanksgiving you came back out when sickness brought more bodies than home had beds you came back out in necessity needing to transform once again into a space for healing for holding for three moons you have been out providing a respite cave for dog and child alike a place to lay down that isn’t bed that doesn’t feel like “going back to bed” cuz I already did that got out of bed today, once is enough It feels like time for couch once again how do I know, shoulder shrug I just do keeping you out is feeling a bit stuck now and putting you in feels way too much why does absolutely everything have to feel so big, heavy, impossible I know I could do it I could take each blanket off wash the sheets fold everything up put it all away I could do that I could fold you into yourself put your cushions back on cover you with something pretty pillow you a bit I don’t want to though and I don’t want to be tough and power through I wanna ask for help I wanna let someone help me I wanna let my people love me I wanna open up my heart and RECeiVE so I’m gonna let someone else put you back up I’m gonna be okay going back to bed I’m gonna be okay getting up out of it as many times as it takes and I am going to not be so strong practice is something I believe in and believing in something matters so I practice being soft, bending like cedar bows dancing on wind. —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/746">Patricia Buckingham (she/they)</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 Pull Out in the Living Room Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Patricia Buckingham (she/they) Author Tag: American Indigenous/Alaska Native Author Tag: genderqueer Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: pansexual Author Tag: Rural community member 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 Contributing Authors Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all authors who have contributed to the Anthology. To browse authors by identities, <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>. Author Contains a poem written in plain text. Author Biography Biographical information about a person. K Van Petten (they/them) is a poet and musician exploring their in-betweens while floating between Bainbridge Island and Seattle. Their work explores otherness, multiplicity, and possibility, often blurring the boundaries of video, performance, audio poetry, and ambient music in exploration of queer identity and the intersections of sound and word. K's most recent project For Someone blends poetry and ambient music into a cassette release, created in residence at Centrum and distributed by Hello America Stereo Cassette. You can find them at <a href="https://kvanpetten.com/" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">kvanpetten.com</a>. Poems List of poems attributed to the author. <ul><li><a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/695">For Jumping</a></li> </ul> Region The region of Washington State in which the author lives or has lived. North Puget Sound 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 K Van Petten Author Tag: activist Author Tag: genderfluid Author Tag: genderqueer Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: nonbinary Author Tag: pansexual Author Tag: queer Author Tag: Rural community member Author Tag: transgender 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. 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 grainy eyed heroes / this one is for you / the past / like a telescope / soaked our frontal lobes their superpowers starving / for purpose / against all odds / the adult world caught us / flailing branches / too tired to chest-puff / but we did / until the same toy gun / that got us here / splashed nonsense & dried color-blind our bruises / sweating I tell us not to worry / it is worry / that keeps us here / it is worry that knows we can / but asks in the dark / before / what it is & what it means find an in-between / but it doesn’t / make sense yet / are the sheep making sense / is their fence making sense of them / it’s harmless to wonder / wasteful too / there was a time before / these centers of gravity / & a time after too / it’s all the same ride / pencil me in for the midnight cycle / the pouring of moon joy going in / & out / pouring / you wonder / I find it more a trickle compared / to what / compared to suffering / honey / rain / batter / dust / the stars in all their nonsense stopped / mid main course / to check on YOU / running laps around yourself like a football field / in a huff / about some naked / problem / when you have two / choices wait there on the side of no fall / or jump the railing / & if you do / so choose / I’ll meet you with a blanket / we’ll have a picnic / go forehead / deep in saltwater / kill the germs / ingest the seaweed / make washington / state our ever after / it does rain here / a lot / it’s pouring now actually / pouring / you say / I’ve seen pouring / have you now / let’s drink to that / let’s find the funky orange stuff / that makes new / ooze from our trunks / that place / that hated you is distant / maybe / even nonexistent / but it doesn’t matter / either way / I think we can both agree / this is WAY better / & this is just the first transformation / juicy blood orange maps of langue / pronouns shifting into ungrammatical faces / finish lines shaped like circles just like we were / we were / less than babies / when we realized / there was something / else metamorphoses / posture / singing / dancing even / cave drawings and lichen and huckleberries and staircases and razor clams and subarus and mood moss and evergreens and microgreens and in-betweens and binders and tattoos / and no / pluto is not a planet but that never mattered / my mouth sinks into yours / like it’s the first real thing / that’s ever happened / and maybe it is / for us / so / I’m asking you / do you want to jump the railing? —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/696" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">K Van Petten</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 For Jumping Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource K Van Petten Author Tag: activist Author Tag: genderfluid Author Tag: genderqueer Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: nonbinary Author Tag: pansexual Author Tag: queer Author Tag: Rural community member Author Tag: transgender 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. 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 Emily Dickinson goes to her first slam at 14. She brings a journal full of feathers and bees. She wears a cardigan over a printed button up her father said was too loud, which she leaves on a chair almost immediately. It will be there when she comes back. She reads a piece about grass. It’s actually about longing. It’s actually about a girl. She doesn’t know how to use the microphone. The judges award her an average of 4.8 points, but everyone encourages her to come back. Which she will never do. She goes home alone. Emily Dickinson goes to her first slam at 19. She crushes the 1-minute rounds, each sundrenched word magnified to scorching. A boy offers to buy her a drink. A girl offers to buy her a drink. But her eyes are already swirling, soul expanding beyond her fitted pants and high-necked starch. Already absorbing the ether of applause. She runs outside. Stands in the chill autumn with the smokers, gasping against an empty night begging to be filled with anything. Emily Dickinson goes to her first slam at 24. She does not read from a notebook, does not hide her slender fingers in a deep pocket. She recites a piece about spring that’s actually about a girl, actually about being a girl, it’s funny, and she knows it, and the audience steeps in her sonics like sweet tea. She goes up again with a piece about pain. Two men leave in a huff. No one misses them. She tries a stunt towards the end, pulls flower petals from her sleeves, but they spill out too early and everyone sees her wince, tells her to go in, and she snaps out an ending dark and crisp as winter dawns. A boy offers her a drink. A girl offers her a drink. Later she will write a poem about following the girl down concrete steps to taste her kiss. She will use plums for central imagery. The poem will be a lie or a wish or NSP entry. She goes home alone. Emily Dickinson goes to her first slam at 35. She wears the white dress, but only to be ironic. She doesn’t bring a notebook. In the first round, Emily stares out into a crowd that has already cast her in a play she’s no interest in starring in, there are so many better stars to hold her gaze, her gay lives in sundrenched fields, she would much rather welcome them to count her feathers, feel the seasons murmur their own secret longings with her breath across their necks. But not tonight. She steps up to the mic and with the calm fury of a spring-thaw stream invites Billy Collins to fuck right off into the sun. She gets all 10s and goes home alone. —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/680" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">R. Thursday</a> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. alcohol swearing 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 Emily Dickinson goes to her first slam Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource R. Thursday Author Tag: activist Author Tag: Asexual Author Tag: Asian or Asian American Author Tag: bisexual Author Tag: Christian Author Tag: demisexual Author Tag: genderqueer Author Tag: impacted by poverty Author Tag: low-income Author Tag: Native Hawaiian or Pacific Islander Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: pansexual Author Tag: polyamorous Author Tag: queer Author Tag: Rural community member Author Tag: transmasc Author Tag: white Content Notice: alcohol Content Notice: swearing 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 In 1891, Hans Christian Anderson was informed the man he was in love with was getting married…the next day. The groom was worried Hans would make a scene but luckily, he only absolutely justified that by reciting extended passionate poems about the man in front of God and everyone. The bride didn't even have the decency to be anything but lovely, so gentle, he couldn't even hate her for being with someone Hans claimed he loved as a woman, his longing forced to be secret, that is silent. In 1989, I see my first movie in theatres: The Little Mermaid. Picture me holding a Minnie Mouse doll, my legs lost in sequined fin, my 2 year old frame obscured beneath pink nylon with shiny purple shells, a smile so broad from a mouth so big it is the widest gate to barrel an army of insults through, the softest target. My first conviction, condemned to be labeled repeat offender. “You talk too much.” You know the story, right? She doesn't listen. She wants a body she wasn't born with. Sacrifices speech to be seen without drowning. It's obvious, when you think about it. I have written so many poems apologizing for their own noise and others where I pretend to be proud of the volume. When I cried, my voice splintered exactly like my mother's, exactly how she earned the nickname Squeaker, a not-gentle-enough judgment, which never stopped her from calling me big mouth. We have always loved like oceans. Which is to say, crushingly. Hans sent the man a handwritten original draft. The soft femme. The separated lover. The silencing. In the first version, there is no redemption, just the fall into the sea, just the foam and oblivion, too bleak to publish so after, the added promise of heaven, the potential for a more real self the next go around. I don't have long straight hair or need to cover my chest with any shell but what armor I choose, but when my mother asks if “losing my beautiful voice” is a trans thing, I am on the ocean floor, barely tethered. I am afraid if I open my mouth, the tidal forces of decades being mocked, dismissed, indicted for the squared volume of my words will rip all the forced silences from my secret grottos and spill them across her floor. I want her to stop apologizing for all the witches who have shown me magic. But the question is a conch shell curling infinitely with generational history and it has stolen my voice. In the story, every step on tender new legs is agony, but the mermaid dances for the Prince anyway. We are never allowed to complain about the wreckage of getting what we asked for, no matter who leaves us, no matter who lets the silences swallow us in the surf. —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/680" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">R. Thursday</a> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. family trauma or domestic violence mental health lack of acceptance 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 Poor Unfortunate Souls Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource R. Thursday Author Tag: activist Author Tag: Asexual Author Tag: Asian or Asian American Author Tag: bisexual Author Tag: Christian Author Tag: demisexual Author Tag: genderqueer Author Tag: impacted by poverty Author Tag: low-income Author Tag: Native Hawaiian or Pacific Islander Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: pansexual Author Tag: polyamorous Author Tag: queer Author Tag: Rural community member Author Tag: transmasc Author Tag: white Content Notice: family trauma or domestic violence Content Notice: lack of acceptance 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>. Poem Contains text information about individual contributors to the anthology. Text Any textual data included in the document I keep reminding my students: it’s not lead, it’s graphite - bears more composite connection to diamonds, to them - not lead, different stone – pulled from different earth - soil soul, soiled by gunpowder. Lead leads to links of homo phones, graphs, nyms; leads to lessons on meta phor: foreign fatalities, familiar frictions. No, friends, your writing can’t poison you, not like that anyway. Yes, there was lead once, in the paint, the yellow shot through, as they say, pumped full of lead. I wish I could promise the world was softer now. Graphite is the gentle carbon dreams of. Wish I could tell you we replaced all the lead in the water, the air, the bodies, returned to the soil, teleported out as easily as paint - I wish the only thing that could harm you were words easily erased, replaced, taken back, trans/muted to something more like gentle. Pens may brag of strength, hold their own in battle, held the way we love anything that takes the world down with us, links through destruction, wounds wound tight together, but this smudge is so much more promise, potential, not like lead, “the opposite of a gun is whatever it's pointed at.” Remember, diamonds are forever, and isn’t that a kind of air, I mean oxy/moron, whatever you choose not to undo is what will last, isn’t that better than just what knows only how to end? —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/680" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">R. Thursday</a> Note: “the opposite of a gun...” is from Brendon Constantine’s ‘The Opposites Game.’ Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. 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 Putting the Meta in Metonym Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource R. Thursday Author Tag: activist Author Tag: Asexual Author Tag: Asian or Asian American Author Tag: bisexual Author Tag: Christian Author Tag: demisexual Author Tag: genderqueer Author Tag: impacted by poverty Author Tag: low-income Author Tag: Native Hawaiian or Pacific Islander Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: pansexual Author Tag: polyamorous Author Tag: queer Author Tag: Rural community member Author Tag: transmasc Author Tag: white 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 Contributing Authors Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all authors who have contributed to the Anthology. To browse authors by identities, <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>. Author Contains a poem written in plain text. Author Biography Biographical information about a person. R. Thursday (they/them) is an educator, historian, writer, and all-around nerd. When not subverting middle school Social Studies curricula, they can be found reading, playing video games, or writing about vampires, comic books, space, monsters, queerness, and on very good days, all of the above. They live in South King County, Washington, with the world's most copacetic cat. Poems List of poems attributed to the author. <ul><li><a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/681">Putting the Meta in Metonym</a></li> <li><a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/682">Poor Unfortunate Soul</a></li> <li><a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/683">Emily Dickinson Goes to her First Slam</a></li> </ul> Region The region of Washington State in which the author lives or has lived. South Puget Sound 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 R. Thursday Author Tag: activist Author Tag: Asexual Author Tag: Asian or Asian American Author Tag: bisexual Author Tag: Christian Author Tag: demisexual Author Tag: genderqueer Author Tag: impacted by poverty Author Tag: low-income Author Tag: Native Hawaiian or Pacific Islander Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: pansexual Author Tag: polyamorous Author Tag: queer Author Tag: Rural community member Author Tag: transmasc 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 Contributing Authors Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all authors who have contributed to the Anthology. To browse authors by identities, <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>. Author Contains a poem written in plain text. Author Biography Biographical information about a person. Clyde Petersen is a transgender Northwest artist, working in film, animation, music and installation. He is the director of two feature films, Torrey Pines and Even Hell has its Heroes. Clyde performs with Northwest bands Your Heart Breaks and ManDate. Find out more at <a href="https://www.clydepetersen.com/" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">ClydePetersen.com</a>. Poems List of poems attributed to the author. <ul><li><a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/670">Ballad of a Horse-Whisperer</a></li> </ul> Region The region of Washington State in which the author lives or has lived. Northwest 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 Clyde Petersen Author Tag: activist Author Tag: atheist Author Tag: disabled Author Tag: low-income Author Tag: queer Author Tag: Rural community member Author Tag: transmasc 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. 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 America the horror show Of failing infrastructure Where starving addicts seeking shelter Alongside crumbling freeways And scatter from our headlights As I steer down empty streets. No ramps, no access, no future We played a show on the lawn of a housing coop at U.C. Davis as another global genocide began. The dissonance, resounding. After the show The surprise of sprinklers More like tiny fire hoses Students scatter to contain them with buckets. I dove onto the merch to save what I could. The line scattered and reformed. We are drenched. They still want merch. We turned the southwest corner And drove straight into the dust storm. The car warned us but we didn’t listen. The Santa Anna winds vs Human Hubris. Maybe no one should live here. When the Earth shows you who she is, maybe we should believe her. In a penis shaped pool in Los Cruces, We swam from root to tip, sipping sodas developed in collaboration with A.I. You said “it tastes like a childhood memory of sucking on a dirty penny.” A plague of half-dead crickets coats the hotel, inside and out, twitching. Which seal have we unlocked today? 20 tiny half and half’s drained into a to-go cup for the parking lot stray cat. I am a menace to the free coffee in the lobby. We watched the eclipse from a hot tub in Kerrville. It was boring. It was enthralling. It took forever. Dehydrated and drained by moon magic and chlorine, we drove to Austin to play for the kids who couldn’t afford ACL. A sudden panic, Are they spider bites? This desert is full of death. Panic and stress and late-night anxiety. I’m gripping the wheel and we’re trying to keep it together. You’re thinking of all of the ways you can die. But it’s after midnight And we are deep in the desert trapped behind a double wide-load, occupying both lanes with a police escort Crawling down the side of a mountain at 10 miles hour. It is easy to feel alone in America. It is easy to feel alone in America. It is easy to feel alone in America. I googled the 7 seals and now my algorithm is fucked. —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/671" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Clyde Petersen</a> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. genocide addiction swearing 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 Ballad of a Horse-Whisperer Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Clyde Petersen Author Tag: activist Author Tag: atheist Author Tag: disabled Author Tag: low-income Author Tag: queer Author Tag: Rural community member Author Tag: transmasc Author Tag: white Content Notice: addiction Content Notice: genocide Content Notice: swearing 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 Remember the night the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker rowed the moon boat over the mountains and we watched from a treeless knob below Purple Pass and stayed up all night, so so cold, single digits at least and shared a trash bag bivvy industrial strength, swiped from the compactor and shivered tooth rattle hard me in my ragg wool sweater you with actual down and the lake sparkled below, a silver fish shiny-scaled, flipping its gills down in the dark where red antennas grace gneiss walls, outsized and ancient-strange. The others had left us for quitters. So we stabbed our skis in ice like a moon-glinted cage— so we wouldn't slide off the mountain. We read aloud to each other from a borrowed book stories of other mountain people, able neighbors from a gentle north. We watched the moon crest mountains like waves—Castle, Devore, Tupshin, Bonanza. Never sinking low nor shooting high balanced thin and teetery, bright marvel like those old telemark boots we found used—and who knew?—they fit. It must be aliens, we decided and wriggled from the bag to hop and holler. Take us! we cried. Take us! On cold nights afterwards—for years—we'd ask one other: what if that night we'd leapt aboard? Then at some point, we knew. We did. —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/636">Ana Maria Spagna (she/her)</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 That Night Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Ana Maria Spagna Author Tag: lesbian Author Tag: Rural community member 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 Contributing Authors Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all authors who have contributed to the Anthology. To browse authors by identities, <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>. Author Contains a poem written in plain text. Author Biography Biographical information about a person. Ana Maria Spagna writes about wilderness, work, community, and history. She is the author of nine books including Pushed: Miners, a Merchant and (Maybe) a Massacre, an investigation of violence against Chinese miners in the Inland Northwest, Reclaimers, stories of elder women reclaiming sacred land and water, Test Ride on the Sunnyland Bus, winner of the River Teeth literary nonfiction prize, three essay collections--Uplake, Potluck, and Now Go Home--and a chapbook of poetry, Mile Marker Six. She lives with her wife, Laurie, in the North Cascades. Poems List of poems attributed to the author. <ul><li><a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/705">Ghost Cub</a></li> <li><a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/637" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">That Night</a></li> </ul> Region The region of Washington State in which the author lives or has lived. Northwest 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 Ana Maria Spagna (she/her) Author Tag: lesbian Author Tag: Rural community member 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 dread the pool. even though i love swimming, the other me had an easier time. i didn’t get pointed looks. or unconscious avoidance. because i wasn’t a man then. i am now. i am a man wearing women’s jeans and glittery makeup. i want the side eyes and the villainizing stories that fox news airs every other segment a formidable reminder of who i am. because my tears vaporize when someone calls my reclaimed name. in my community, who i found in reservoirs of love. and the concept of homophobia evaporates when my boyfriend smiles at me. and i fail to remember any reason for hating my queerness. —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/634" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Leonidas Dee Perry</a> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. lack of acceptance 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 the pool. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Leonidas Dee Perry Author Tag: activist Author Tag: Bigender Author Tag: bisexual Author Tag: low-income Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: Rural community member Author Tag: transgender Author Tag: white Content Notice: lack of acceptance 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 Contributing Authors Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all authors who have contributed to the Anthology. To browse authors by identities, <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>. Author Contains a poem written in plain text. Author Biography Biographical information about a person. Leonidas Dee Perry is a writer from Wenatchee, Washington. Growing up in the valley as a queer individual, Leo often writes about mental health, and the struggle of LGBTQ+ youth in a rural area. Leo is an alumni of Eastmont High School and Wenatchee Valley College, where she gained a fascination with social justice and politics. Outside of writing and volunteering, Leo enjoys nature, and music. Leo’s writing is just a collection of his life, placed onto a piece of paper for everyone to see. Poems List of poems attributed to the author. <ul><li><a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/635" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">the pool.</a></li> </ul> Region The region of Washington State in which the author lives or has lived. South Central 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 Leonidas Dee Perry Author Tag: activist Author Tag: Bigender Author Tag: bisexual Author Tag: low-income Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: Rural community member Author Tag: transgender 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. 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 My mother ate plums so far left of ripe they made my eyes water if I bit into one. Hard, barely any juice, tart and still crunchy, I’d persevere through the fruit so we didn’t waste, so I could be like her: seeking pain, denying herself anything sweet, refusing to allow anything soft into her realm, except me. A punishment of plums. We arrive home to a gallon Ziploc of plums from a neighbor, nearly bursting with ripeness, the skins eking their hold on the flesh sweet, running with flavor so luscious it streams right down my chin and into the sink as I take bites. Now, I eat the overripe plums so we don’t waste, so my daughter can have the sweet, but not runny fruit: seeking joy, denying myself anything unjust, refusing to allow anything cruel into my realm, except truth. A pleasure of plums. —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/625" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Carrie Sanford (she/her)</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 A Pleasure of Plums Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Carrie Sanford Author Tag: activist Author Tag: bisexual Author Tag: parent Author Tag: Rural community member 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 Contributing Authors Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all authors who have contributed to the Anthology. To browse authors by identities, <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>. Author Contains a poem written in plain text. Author Biography Biographical information about a person. Carrie Sanford is a bi/queer writer whose pieces have been published in various publications including Taproot Magazine, Tidepools Magazine, Peninsula Daily News, Moms Never Stop Worrying (and being brave at the same time), among others. She currently has a poem in the Port Angeles Fine Arts Center "Poetry in the Park" exhibit. She is adjunct faculty at Peninsula College and lives on the North Olympic Peninsula in Washington with her dog and spouse while missing her college kid every day. Poems List of poems attributed to the author. <ul><li><a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/626" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">A Pleasure of Plums</a></li> </ul> Region The region of Washington State in which the author lives or has lived. Peninsula/Coastal 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 Carrie Sanford (she/her) Author Tag: activist Author Tag: bisexual Author Tag: parent Author Tag: Rural community member 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 or arousing gratification of the senses and physical, especially sexual, pleasure. the state or situation of being alone We are never taught to love ourselves To love our own bodies We are taught to know the touch of another’s hand To want and desire this touch But we are not taught to know and love our own Touch We are not taught to Desire Our own touch But who is better at servicing the body we inhabit 24/7 At one point i started putting hormones into This body And then This body Changed It was a new body It was a new landscape And i became an Explorer I scouted out this new Terraine Surveyed the crests Discovered the caverns I began to accept this Sexual body I had a partner at the time Whose narcissism Could not tolerate This new found love of my own Body As it meant that the time I spent exploring Myself I was not exploring them I was not satiating their Desire For me to be an extension Of them I was not servicing their need For my servitude I tried to hide My new found Hobby From them The more i enjoyed myself The less i want to submit To their coercive subjugation The rift grew My independence over My own body Grew I now wanted Independence Over my life My love for myself became a Threat Our system Maintains control By teaching us Not to love Ourselves When we seek others to affirm Our sense of self We give over our power Self love is a Radical act For those of us who are Marginalized This might be thee most Radical act When we say not only I have a right to exist But also say I have a right to feel pleasure We learn to say I have a right to autonomy I have a right to love myself These are radical acts These are acts that we are Punished for These are words that Empower us These are words that Take our power back These are radical words The power to make ourselves feel good Creates autonomy Negates control Empowers the marginalized What would our world look like if we were To be Empowered Autonomous What better lovers Would we be If we Knew our own bodies Loved our own bodies Revelled in our own bodies If we loved our skin Be it Red, brown, black If we loved our gender Be it Trans, female, male If we loved our hair Black, kinky, thick, straight If we loved our lips Thick, thin, lipsticked If we love our eyes Round, almond, hazel, brown If we love our noses Flat, pointy, crucid If we love our hips Curvy, big, flat If we explore these places If we love these places If we vocalize our love for these places If we refuse dates because We want to instead love ourselves Sorry i cannot go out to night I am going to have hot steamy sex with myself I aint even gonna make it to the club Because i am feeling myself and i feel good I’m sure sex with you is great But can you make me orgasm as hard as i can Can you make me cum and cum again Just writing this i am getting a hard on For myself I can’t wait to be finished so i can get off But first i want to insure that you Understand I want you to also find Sensual solitude I want your hands to caress your body I want your skin to tingle at your own touch I want your nipples to get hard and erect I want the blood to flow into your penis/clit until it throbs I want juices to flow I want you to get flushed At the thought of yourself I want you to join me in this Radical act of Self love —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/623" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">smitty buckler</a> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. erotic (explicit) abuse or 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 Sensual Solitude Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource smitty buckler Author Tag: activist Author Tag: American Indigenous/Alaska Native Author Tag: disabled Author Tag: genderqueer Author Tag: Hispanic or Latine/o/a/x Author Tag: Homeless or formerly homeless Author Tag: impacted by poverty Author Tag: indigenous Author Tag: low-income Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: queer Author Tag: Rural community member Author Tag: Solo Poly Author Tag: transgender Author Tag: Two-Spirit Author Tag: Urban Native (displaced) Content Notice: erotic (explicit) Content Notice: trauma or abuse 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 Contributing Authors Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all authors who have contributed to the Anthology. To browse authors by identities, <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>. Author Contains a poem written in plain text. Author Biography Biographical information about a person. Smitty is an intersectional feminist and an expression of the intersections of art, writing, performing, healing, & advocating. An amalgamation of intersectional identities which they express through their work as an artist, organizer, writer, illustrator, performer, dancer, coder, researcher, healer, and advocate. They have been creating opportunities for individuals within intersectional, QTPOC, Disabled, Native, and Latinx spectrum artists since 2004 through the Conspiracy of Geniuses (CoG). CoG is now working to bridge the gap between art as social change and essential healing tools with a project called RAD* Care and an app called UXMAL**. Enthusiasts say their best quality is phlebotomizing the patriarchy's blood, replacing it with glitter - evident in their artful fierceness they bring to intersectional art and activism. *RAD = Radical, Accessible, & Decolonizing. **UXMAL = User Experience designed Mutual Aid and Liberation. linktr.ee/smittybuckler ConspiracyofGeniuses.org Poems List of poems attributed to the author. <ul><li><a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/624" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Sensual Solitude</a></li> </ul> Region The region of Washington State in which the author lives or has lived. Northwest 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 smitty buckler Author Tag: activist Author Tag: American Indigenous/Alaska Native Author Tag: disabled Author Tag: genderqueer Author Tag: Hispanic or Latine/o/a/x Author Tag: Homeless or formerly homeless Author Tag: impacted by poverty Author Tag: indigenous Author Tag: low-income Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: queer Author Tag: Rural community member Author Tag: Solo Poly Author Tag: transgender Author Tag: Two-Spirit Author Tag: Urban Native (displaced) 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 in late summer nature bodies beautiful we walk sandy bottom trails willow thickets spit out sun cliff tower walls still we go deeper salt water lips we swim muskgrass swaying in stream wet rainbows quiver we glimpse warm shallow ripples we roll on dunes curving down large bodies burnt brown bent up soft red glinting in river silt lines that gorge bottom sound recreational pleasure please watch us hard and touch us gentle dark forests dive deep down parted mounds wood muscle moss bush silvered gloss cedar grain aged lines an imp among woodland creatures offers blackberries and beckoning eyes twinkle stone worker builds pleasure gardens bodhi brings down the sky rings truth off sun cliff tower wall echoes over golden hour bottom showers slick soft river silt late summer nature bodies wood muscle moss holding and held this orbit still spins —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/602" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">J. Turner Masland (he/him)</a> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. sensuality 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 River Silt Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource J. Turner Masland Author Tag: activist Author Tag: Buddhist Author Tag: gay Author Tag: low-income Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: queer Author Tag: Rural community member Author Tag: white Content Notice: sensuality 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 instruction as given: do not be a source of tension. ‘Hide, sulk, whatever, but without tension.’ But without tension there is neither story nor growth. Surface tension is a necessary facilitation of capillary action, powering circulation up roots, stems, branches, whips. All forests have a beginning. The drummer, the radical, my husband, my lover he who saved the lucifer bulbs from the hot dumb rig driver who ignored the warnings from the long-haired contractor and two faggots on a farm. At least he left apologizing, a ruddy face easily read. Bitter medicines are most effective when self-administered. The drummer, the radical, my husband, my lover saved the lucifer bulbs. We potted them up with dirty hands together; the crocosmia needed division anyway. Bulbs are now scattered across the farm; future hummingbirds are going to be so much happier. All forests have a beginning. —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/602" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">J. Turner Masland (he/him)</a> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. swearing 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 Lucifer Bulbs Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource J. Turner Masland Author Tag: activist Author Tag: Buddhist Author Tag: gay Author Tag: low-income Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: queer Author Tag: Rural community member Author Tag: white Content Notice: swearing 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 Contributing Authors Description An account of the resource This is a collection of all authors who have contributed to the Anthology. To browse authors by identities, <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>. Author Contains a poem written in plain text. Author Biography Biographical information about a person. J. Turner Masland is a writer, artist, and farmer establishing a first-generation two-generation permaculture homestead with his husband and his in-laws on the Olympic Peninsula, the traditional territory of the S'Klallam and Chemakum Peoples. He uses his creative practice to explore the intersections of queerness, ecology, and anthropogenic climate change. He has published two chapbook through the small press WinterTexts: “Hagstones” in 2023 and “Poems for the Dying Time” is 2024. Poems List of poems attributed to the author. <ul><li><a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/603" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Lucifer Bulbs</a></li> <li><a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/604" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">River Silt</a></li> </ul> Region The region of Washington State in which the author lives or has lived. Peninsula/Coastal 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 J. Turner Masland (he/him) Author Tag: activist Author Tag: Buddhist Author Tag: gay Author Tag: low-income Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: queer Author Tag: Rural community member 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. 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 buried my father in May The same month of my birth A half century before Childhood memories closest to “happy” Are from being rocked to sleep Not by arms meant to hold you— But curled up in the wheel well of his Impala Bouncing down the streets of south LA While he delivered drugs out of the hidden cash box at his feet like some corrupt predecessor to Doordash My uncle was always riding shot gun on these trips that became a strange men’s only club Both men now gone One faced his regrets in prison and the other made his final apology in a lonely hospital bed I buried my father in May When delicate spring flowers were just beginning to peek out of their hiding spots Bright pinks and yellow bold in their sharp contrast to the months of grey water, grey clouds, grey raindrops covering everything in dismay, moss and mold In this town where mountain meets the sea I buried my father in May & the world felt safer— And I was liberated of a life sentence imposed upon me without my consent: Keep him away from your sisters Do the things he can’t seem to do Smile as if nothing is odd when he objectifies The waitress Nurse Stranger at church Do not Let him be alone Do not let him be alone With any little girl Do not let him I buried my father in May Thirty years I waited for him to die And take with him the pervasive hatred of women he learned in the 50’s as he was tasked with watching over 8 siblings while his battered mother was forced into sex work Never was he angry with the fist— Always seething under the surface Because of the one woman who had no other option But to take it —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/546" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Trey E. NewDay (they/them)</a> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. childhood trauma or abuse drugs family trauma or domestic violence sex work 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 Bringing Flowers Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Trey E. NewDay (they/them) Author Tag: activist Author Tag: disabled Author Tag: genderfluid Author Tag: genderqueer Author Tag: Homeless or formerly homeless Author Tag: impacted by poverty Author Tag: pansexual Author Tag: parent Author Tag: polyamorous Author Tag: queer Author Tag: Rural community member Author Tag: transgender Author Tag: transmasc Content Notice: childhood trauma or abuse Content Notice: drugs Content Notice: family trauma or domestic violence Content Notice: sex work 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’m leaving signs to point the way Radical affirmations of all that’s been unspoken Subversive gems in my art for future generations & most especially I'm here to point the way towards a future that is sure to be free and gender diverse like me For there have been countless ignorant lies perpetrated against us & we have been treading in its muck Since the Victorian era heaped curses upon us Dictating a code of life that is over a century outdated But here, on my virtual cave walls, are some truths: & what is true is that the existence of your beautifully perfect trans body is an act of war Let me then write you, dear warriors who come after me, all my seeds for a better future Fold them into a letter I can tuck deep into your coat pockets I wish for all of you: Enough smooth roads ahead to keep you carrying on Because the terrain is sure to be rough & treacherous For there is a very long way Of undoing what has been done yet to go I wish for you: Someone Drawn to your beautifully perfect soul Who will call you: My sweet baby angel, My Prince, My precious chosen one & heap all the gender affirming praises that you were robbed of Since a doctor decided to raise you by your tiny helpless ankles And proclaim who you were One breath & an exhale before you even had a chance to cry your first battle cry Friends, I wish for you: Gentle forehead kisses Hair being swept off tear drenched faces A chosen family of beloveds who look thoughtfully Into your tired eyes Telling you a thousand times, A million times over Until the truth of it weighs so heavy It displaces all the falsehoods that have unwittingly Been fashioned into your burdens I wish for you to see: You are perfect, As you are A design brought into being by the old Gods & millennia before such lies (Which were never ours to take on) Were inflicted upon us Sweet trans children of tomorrow I wish for you a gentle hand Deserving of your vulnerability And I pray that life becomes so peaceful That you soon forget what it was like To flinch At every approach I wish for you: Explosive full embodied joy As you look in the mirror & dance your ecstasy Moving in ways that no one dare dictate I send my wishes into the cosmos: An image of generations of trans bodies walking assured— Experiencing everything it means to be alive In their most perfect authentic expressions Affirmed & celebrating in all your innate wisdom The human You always knew to be With every mark I leave, I plant seeds of hope that likely will never flourish until long past my allotted time & I wish I could set you free But most of all I wish for you shelter from doubting your worthiness & I wish for you to know How perfect How beautiful How complete How whole How exactly as the world has always needed Perfectly Authentically Magically 2Spirit Transgender Intersex Gender diverse Genderless You —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/546" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Trey E. Newday (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 21st Century Cave Markings Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Trey E. Newday Author Tag: activist Author Tag: disabled Author Tag: genderfluid Author Tag: genderqueer Author Tag: Homeless or formerly homeless Author Tag: impacted by poverty Author Tag: pansexual Author Tag: parent Author Tag: polyamorous Author Tag: queer Author Tag: Rural community member Author Tag: transgender Author Tag: transmasc 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 Allusive, this patch Of skin at each temple where Tears Lines Spill From the preacher’s son When, through time He becomes seasoned— Creases, eventually, Will mark the joy he is making here In these white cotton sheets & rays of sun With me The sanctuary I attend Is not his father’s As I kiss across this boy’s brow, Slow Deliberate Equal In his pleasure As it is my young love— Crow’s feet taking hesitant steps, My lips, fingertips, tongue Tremble in hesitation born from youth Above his skin Land Hop Jump Hover Land Fluidly, Our bodies moving in ways we will envy When these lines run deep Together, we plunge ourselves Where time can not chance to move Slowly & the exhilaration of parents returning Interfering in our holiness Merely aids our Achillean urgency & all over my body— His kisses, still young pure Land Hop Jump Hover Land —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/546" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Trey E. Newday (they/them)</a> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. sensuality 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 Land Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Trey E. Newday Author Tag: activist Author Tag: disabled Author Tag: genderfluid Author Tag: genderqueer Author Tag: Homeless or formerly homeless Author Tag: impacted by poverty Author Tag: pansexual Author Tag: parent Author Tag: polyamorous Author Tag: queer Author Tag: Rural community member Author Tag: transgender Author Tag: transmasc Content Notice: sensuality