
Runaway
A new poem by Samantha Bohatsch.
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Read MoreApparently it could happen any day now. I’m not sure what to feel. Excitement? Sure, but for what? For the one heat I will ever have, which probably will not result in sex?
Read MoreSex scares me because it requires me to trust that someone can treat me with respect, despite the ways society has robbed me of my self-regard.
Read MoreYou never know how someone is going to interpret you checking in on them. When Miguel texted back that he was fine, I shouldn’t worry, I sent back a peace sign emoji –something I have never sent before in my entire life.
Read MoreHave you ever felt like you are capable of performing miracles? Have you ever wished for widespread recognition of such a miracle? Have you been looking to connect with other miracle-makers in your local area?
Read MoreIt’s the fourth century A.D. You’re a monk in the Egyptian desert, and you live in a hut not far from other monks. Every day you get up at dawn to pray, and you spend most of the rest of your day either praying or weaving baskets.
Read MoreSaint Ulrich of Zell’s day, in the year of our Lord 1518. Strasbourg. On this fine morning I walked into the market with Herr Troffea, when suddenly my feet started tapping to a rhythm I ignored. Tap tap tap.
Read More“Let’s face it. We’re undone by each other. And if we’re not, we’re missing something. This seems so clearly the case with grief, but it can be so only because…
Read MoreTo all queer creatures of the future: you deserve the world. Can be used in tandem with a deck of tarot cards, or read as a poem. …
Read MoreIt wasn’t until I was in my early 20s and living with my first partner that I began to realize just how much the physical abuse I faced as a…
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