I’ve needed to write this for a while but I never knew where to begin. Everything I felt would spill…
you called me a project. you said I was your project,as if I was supposed to sit silent,a porcelain doll perked…
my love,rest your headupon my shoulderslet all of your worries meltagainst the heat of my skinpull down your hair andallow…
it feels weird to write again
i haven’t written in so long i don’t know where to begin. do i talk about the days or the…
if you’re looking for a girl to spend your night with bodies intertwined, tangling underneath soft pink bed sheets who…
photographs tell the tales words won’t dare to write and in every photo i’m pictured in i looked the same:…
i’d love to hear about the tea people pour about me. how bitter is it? do they serve it hot,…
Welcome to Ghost Town: Review
With the much anticipated release of Gretchen Gomez’s second collection, Welcome to Ghost Town, coming this fall I thought I would…
How biphobia pushed me into a different closet
It all started with a tweet asking people to not call me a lesbian… Recently, more than ever, sexuality has…
Love, and you
As I (not so) patiently wait for Gretchen Gomez’s release of her second collection, Welcome to Ghost Town I decided…
