1 25 13 https://d1y502jg6fpugt.cloudfront.net/81174/archive/files/e53467f99d4760d24bf5aa721129e290.pdf?Expires=1792627200&Signature=aoZ9f6V8sh9UMDANKlQt1BUovXtJT7p0bM-fpxaJnqDnAG5sYOnJWCwqgnaja6ug8zAoPskIoqH%7EluAsmEsRWJRTM4vkz85%7E1cMiePDDHJKtduBRaJWun4iljn8QFSiZZJMaW2V0NAsl8xJ7EonGuhpHF5g3kAzRcopRcqhlsLhQL7Ha6v1wLnwzmLN2UAvZYPvzRlQBROQw7t-C-0aKgUMOtatk38g%7El0geqPbVGKWI3OE1Gn9kKFn4xlenlCl47nEEo1isqLxeeW%7EUX779bQ-kkHCkk0YQVYT6OAvG4bdP97TTlNfgn7msS08kVpIF5Cbdr-piZl6Eb6XKNgOGgg__&Key-Pair-Id=K6UGZS9ZTDSZM 6240892813f2a7610ff1766e27cc681a 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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Title A name given to the resource Love is not a hallmark card Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Bodhi Author Tag: Incarcerated or formerly incarcerated Content Notice: alcohol Content Notice: erotic (explicit) 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 i want my joy a bouncy-bottomed young thing, with more energy than i can comprehend for that which will bring me pleasure. i want debaucherous joy, sweet, slippery joy, a joy that can come again and again and again unceasing. i want to hit joy's freak button. to get all the way down & nasty with joy, walk around smelling like joy just came all over my face and i couldn't get drunk on joy fast enough to catch it all. i want joy to stain my clothes, i want joy so delicious i mourn what spills onto the floor, so i serve myself another helping. i want joy to want me. to ask for me in the middle of the night; to choose me as the best cuddle buddy. i want joy to be fucking real. for joy to show up with a whole self. teach me something about how to mend. show me the best way to shine. —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/450" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Amber Flame</a> Listen to the author read p.y.t. here: <a href="https://youtu.be/Mjh5hYn8doo">https://youtu.be/Mjh5hYn8doo</a> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. erotic (explicit) 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 p.y.t. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Amber Flame Author Tag: activist Author Tag: agender Author Tag: Black or African American Author Tag: disabled Author Tag: genderfluid Author Tag: genderqueer Author Tag: impacted by poverty Author Tag: low-income Author Tag: parent Author Tag: polyamorous Author Tag: queer Content Notice: erotic (explicit) 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. 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Text Any textual data included in the document God’s blessing***whispers from activists past***forget-me-not Memories gift***a white man shoves someone like me in the street***a treasure The flower of my lover's birth land***waiting to be stomped out***blood and ink stain my skin Fondly known as scorpion grassess***the royal blue of a man fucking another man***thriving in the bitterest of colds Trivial little thing clinging to friends on the vine***the neon lights of every club shot up***a petal for each stage of grief “Remember” you are not alone***I stand upon the blood and bone of those before me***I have your back An herb disguised as a flower***I do not wish to be Adam and Eve***an apology from god. The brilliant gold of youth***the man in my bed is not your concern***masked under a blue so deep I swam in it A kiss upon the lips of legacy***of course I went to church on Sunday-ten years ago***grown in the tracks of American history Eternal love***bullshit***remind me of my place —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/427" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">SJ Larsen (they/them)</a> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. erotic (explicit) violent imagery violence lack of acceptance grief 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 Ode to the Forget-Me-Not Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource SJ Larsen (they/them) Author Tag: atheist Author Tag: demisexual Author Tag: disabled Author Tag: lesbian Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: nonbinary Author Tag: white Content Notice: erotic (explicit) Content Notice: grief Content Notice: lack of acceptance Content Notice: swearing Content Notice: violence 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 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 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 Well you are what you eat. It’s a character flaw, but I play catcher on this team and I hold them just fine. No spitter, quitter, or heavy-hitter, I survive these boys and their blows each summer, learning as all late bloomers eventually do sucking can be a real talent. We learn a specific kind of survival here where I grew up alongside one of thirteen Ronald Reagan Memorial Highways becoming a lavatory fixture unlike my father ever dreamed. He asked me was it really that bad in our town, where a boy we used to know disappeared with an extension cord and closet door. That week, the team made t-shirts that read Better Of Dead, wrapped a pair of gym shorts around my neck to drag me kicking– Sorry. I’m not trying to upset you. This all happened a long time ago. Let me try again: I think language bears history like branch scars, accumulating skyward until the whole organism folds under its weight. From this trunk I carved myself a bat. I mean I carved a shield. I mean I was born just like everyone on a rotting nurse log, fighting for scraps and sun, slow possum and witch egg learning a tongue for prick mushroom at the bottom of this hill I’ve tumbled down enough times to learn if you keeping hitting bottom, bottom starts to hit back. —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/516" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Connor Cash Colbert (he/him)</a> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. violence childhood trauma or abuse suicide or self-harm (including ideation) erotic (explicit) 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 Why Are You Such a Dick? Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Connor Cash Colbert Author Tag: gay Content Notice: childhood trauma or abuse Content Notice: erotic (explicit) Content Notice: suicide or self-harm (including ideation) 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 afterwards on the beach in the surf alone were you on your knees in the muck and the lapping waves? were you fetal was there brine in your mouth was there salt you tried to retch out? did you try to slough your old body off in the wet sand did you wriggle like a fish in the mud did you shed skin and mucus and bile and phlegm and piss and pus did you feel the waves lap your toes like hot blood and run? and did you also look at your toes, still your toes but new your calves, legs did you look for blood under your nails and on your thighs and find none? did you look at little blond hairs trailing to black, did you run your palms over your belly and find a thicket did you press your fingers to your chest did you find your body like a whip uncoiling like a green shoot in spring did you lie naked on soft moss did you hold your cock like a small and precious bird did you feel the rush of blood did you fuck your own hand til you came did you howl to hear your cavernous howl did you touch your sand-stubble face did you piss standing up to see how it felt did you shake your whole body like a dog in the sun? Caeneus– how did you come to fight the centaurs? and your invulnerable skin– did you think it a blessing at first, or did you know it was curse all along? did you test its limits and, finding none, did you lash yourself out in search of them? did you get in barroom brawls did you wait tensed all night in the dark, uncurl your coiled fists upon would-be-rapists like the wrath of no-god did you bar the door and snarl at shadows did you try fucking and being fucked by women and men and did you crawl up inside your own body and put out the lights did you try this over and over and over and over and every time did your mind go blank like a quiet sea did your marble skin break and bleed and burn not on a spear’s point but at a lover’s caress and yet still crawl pink and whole upon your beautiful frame did your lovers tell you all they found in you was your ghost? did you read scholarly work on the science of fucking and being fucked, did you learn technical terms and statistics and acronyms and when that didn't fix you did you try poetry and when that didn't work did you go to war instead? —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/459" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">Mo Dole (they/them)</a> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. erotic (explicit) sexual assault visceral body imagery 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 Caeneus Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Mo Dole (they/them) Author Tag: Asexual Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: nonbinary Author Tag: queer Author Tag: trans Author Tag: transmasc Author Tag: white Content Notice: erotic (explicit) Content Notice: sexual assault Content Notice: swearing Content Notice: visceral body 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. 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 Blue eyes standing over me too close. I have to look up to meet them. Look down. His chest! White T-shirt stretched too tight, a rip across one shoulder. Flush of heat, I try not to stare. Arms crossed, biceps bulging, he looks down at me. His eyes are laughing. A blondish goatee --Van Dyke, the hairs long and whiskery soft. Mohawk hair slicked back in a neat line, the sides shaved shiny. He smiles, reaches into his pocket, pulls out a ten-dollar bill. “Normally, when I give one of these out, I get a blow-job.” —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/444" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">J.A. Deveaux (he/him)</a> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. erotic (explicit) 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 Fundraising Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource J.A. Deveaux Author Tag: gay Content Notice: erotic (explicit) 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 Bewitch me, hellcat—nude, high- ponied eyes. Behind your blockade, draw a crowd and ask me, roséd in flannel & shades, am I a ten? Boomerang me, blonde. Crazed, you glittered angel: lead-painted, wings clipped. Borderline broken in that hotel room, you cracked me, cajoling—my nails are too wet—you begged me, bae! to pull that black leather skirt up over your ass with my quaking freckled fingers that change diapers, iron and fold my husband’s expectations. Catch a glimpse, kitten: me trying not to look at you like a creep. Pour me— against Mormon sensibility—champagne, & lick my chantilly flame birthday fingers in cream. Pluck pink berries from my fluttering tines—I’ll avert my eyes. Selfie your kibitz, your kissy-face cruelty— insta that shit. Snap it down south to your husband in Texas while I sweat, fly-hatched & yellow, dreaming of you in jeans. —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/323">Allie Spikes (she/her)</a> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. erotic (explicit) 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 You Can Take Your Bunny Rabbit Sleeping Mask & Go Back to Your Husband Now -or- K, Bye Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Allie Spikes Author Tag: queer Content Notice: alcohol Content Notice: erotic (explicit) 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 The lost weekends Have lost me Those versions of myself Only in his memory A hot desert night A cottage by the sea So many different characters Fulfilling every need A daughter A mistress A bride-to-be Who were they touching When they were touching me? Sweaty hands and cover bands Rubber banded cash Fucking in the photo booth Virginity and red wine and techies And hotel swimming pools And arcades and fishing and Phoenix And farm towns and hole-in-the walls With pizza you could pass to the bar From the parlor next door And the fucking capitol buildings At the center of it all Where their arms held her And their hearts were beating Fast and hard Like they wanted to Break You In Half When you put your ear to their chest A seashell whispering No SCREAMING Of the ocean A faraway dream A figment A fantasy Forever Gone-gone Gone-gone Gone-gone <div style="text-align:right;"> — <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/258">Josie Buck (she/her)</a></div> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. sex work erotic (explicit) 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 On film Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Josie Buck (she/her) Author Tag: pansexual Author Tag: Sapphic Content Notice: erotic (explicit) Content Notice: sex work 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>. 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Text Any textual data included in the document Winston tastes good like a real man should: my fingers scrabble at the edge of my bed til our fingers inter lace his sweat drips down my back and i am holding on for dear life and, at the end, he sticks velvet at the back of my throat he fucks like a (strong and) real (tender) man (velvet) should (lace) in and out (real) and in (man) and out and in and out, the tide murmurs over crab carcasses their tender bits long since picked out, devoured and there’s some poem in there but I’m so (strong and) tired I’m (tender) so tired I’m so tired of trying to piece things together —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/138">Kaye Veigh</a> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. erotic (explicit) 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 Ebb Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Kaye Veigh Author Tag: bisexual Author Tag: Jewish Author Tag: low-income Author Tag: teacher Author Tag: white Content Notice: erotic (explicit) 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 Head over heels I leaped flying to The Duchess Meet me there, I begged her— stone-faced Alex—the first real lesbian I knew. She lived alone in the West Village. We worked together she had a girlfriend I had a roommate. I was ready to be with a woman curious, feeling bi, but never near a real lesbian. I pursued her forced myself into her bed despite her repeated, No. Finally, a late-night album party she stayed on her side of the bed till morning, when she weakened my hands grasping her warm core. She relented to my touch, to the call of baby kisses across her clavicle. She warned, You’ll fall in love. Fool that I was, I promised, Never. Destroyed in three months with her final No—her push away my body aching, overwhelmed by such love I could not believe. Published in “Scry of Lust 2: An Erotica Anthology,” Edited by Sumiko Saulson, 2020, to assist Team #5015 SF Goth to raise money for AIDSWalk San Francisco —<a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/114">Julene Tripp Weaver</a> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. erotic (explicit) 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 Hard Fall Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Julene Tripp Weaver Author Tag: activist Author Tag: bisexual Author Tag: low-income Author Tag: white Author Tag: Working-class Content Notice: erotic (explicit) 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 we went to tutta bella you looked at me with those sparkling eyes and guessed that I’m a spy I happily gave you my secrets You said you’d write for Taylor Swift You really are a gifted writer The way you weave words until I’m undone Tell me again what you ate in Italy We got ice cream And a hummingbird was stuck in the shop We named him Humberto I knew how he felt The rest of the world outside the door But wanting to stay near the sweetness The way we kissed In the shop On the street in the twilight As soon as the car door shut you took me in your mouth the whole drive home barely coming up for air no one has ever done that before Fuck I love your body God you make me feel so good I like you a lot Kiss my chest It’s getting hard to just be friends You wanna go again I want to name what’s here I want to be careful with my heart Would you rather be a vampire or a merman I asked We both chose vampire in the end As you nibbled my neck I wouldn’t want to live in the sea and lose all of this Is this what being gay is I’m scared you said My hand on your chest Is there something the fear is asking to change Saying it is good I’m scared too And coming alive I could look at your ass all day I never knew life could be like this The blood lost becoming a dancer <div style="text-align:right;"> — <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/98">Avi Sague’</a></div> Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. erotic (explicit) 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 Last night Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Avi Sague’ Author Tag: activist Author Tag: gay Author Tag: genderqueer Author Tag: Homeless or formerly homeless Author Tag: impacted by poverty Author Tag: white Content Notice: erotic (explicit) 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 1. The mailman arriving kind and exhausted stripping his truck of Amazon boxes, the cardboard nearly melting from incendiary content: a vibrating cock ring prostate massager, the bed restraint kit with adjustable cuffs and a pink lace lingerie one piece Teddy to go with my leather half chest harness that came all the way from China with love. 2. Our devoted attendance at The Saturday Church where the bedroom becomes a sexual wilderness and the only intention is to praise what we find in the act of worshipping lost. This is not a day of rest. No one prays to be saved. 3. The way a prisoner wakes up every day loving the guard’s vascularity, those hot blue highways of memories abandoned beneath an overpass of scars. We were born to crash into power and safe is a cute little adjective strapped in a car seat sucking their thumb, oblivious to a leather boot on the gas plunging them deeper into the world, one lost binky at a time. 4. Like her longing for crows that drank from a bird bath made in the shape of a heart, their absence a visceral reminder of how bored the mind quickly becomes when nature’s black scarves of dirty silk fade from the air without warning. — <a href="https://waqueeranth.omeka.net/items/show/41">Daniel Edward Moore</a> From Action, Spectacle Magazine Content Warnings Warnings about any potentially harmful or triggering content present in the text. erotic (explicit) 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 Tell Me We'll Never Get Used to It Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Daniel Edward Moore Author Tag: bisexual Author Tag: neurodivergent Author Tag: queer Author Tag: white Content Notice: erotic (explicit)