Cumulative Realities: Queer Poems for the Liberated Future – Scalawag
Cumulative Realities: Queer Poems for the Liberated Future is a collection of poetry curated by Aurielle Marie. National Poetry Month 2025.| Scalawag
Cumulative Realities: Queer Poems for the Liberated Future is a collection of poetry curated by Aurielle Marie. National Poetry Month 2025.| Scalawag
UNTIL TODAY1 All my poetry has been di- Agnostic: a [swamp of self-Deception] best described As [beautiful and ugly], withal IHave never written the word "Dys-Phoria," have not trekked its pinkPink [wound] about this [land-Scape of myself]. My [mind], a black Gash when called "[man]." A tradition, It is: my grandmother, committedTo [suicide], took her […] Read more via Scalawag: Until Today.| Scalawag
May 2024 We hot-wire our bodies, & tell the genocide it hasn't won. By god, it is wont to do, but by god, it won't! We twist ourselves into crazyeyed shapes of refusal. In these times, dance is a decision to move beyond survival. Dance arms the body to suffer the art of witness. Once, […] Read more via Scalawag: UPON LEARNING THAT PAPI JUICE JOINED THE PALESTINE ACADEMIC & CULTURAL BOYCOTT OF ISRAEL.| Scalawag
the scariest part, is always, in the beginningwhen we meet. & I'm six,which means, I'm four, and a boyslides down, our screen door, maskeda chin so sharp, it's familialwhy wouldn't I take it, as a threat, when he's hidingas Scream– a movie from whichin the beginning, the Black girl dies, publicly& it becomes, the sole […] Read more via Scalawag: All the ghosts got loose again.| Scalawag
after Ajanae Dawkins I expect that it won't be much different from now: Three options laid out on the bed before the concert the reading the date I want to get extra cute for; I call from the store to ask mini skirt or high waist jeans? I almost always want to look like Spring. […] Read more via Scalawag: Burial Clothes.| Scalawag
I don't remember squeezing the trigger, though I never forgot the smell of smoke. The wild dog's eyes ruined between rage and confusion. How I waited too long to shoot, and the beast an eyelash short of my throat when the bullet pierced its chest. I don't remember Adam handing me the misericord but the […] Read more via Scalawag: PATIENCE IN THE BRAMBLE.| Scalawag
