Protected: We Don’t Stop Here
Maxine Chen (he/they) thinks every poem is a trans poem, unless it’s a trans poem, in which case it’s about the opposite of absence. He can be found dozing off on the late bus, about to miss their stop. Wake him up?
Vol. 9 No. 1.5: Thimbel: Transpoetics
Editor's Notecheck-in
Botany of the Self
Spirit Finds Me in the Deep & Light
Birdsong is Another Word for
Women
Hands
untitled
You are invited to close your eyes if that is your tradition
we got married on a train to Chicago–
Madame Mangetout
Passive Voice
A Letter to the Child I Once Was
Alaska Air, Boston to Seattle
Inching Through & By
love letter to bisexual lighting
IYKYK
What does it mean for the body to replace itself every seven years?
Mindless Repeating of Myself
Don’t Confuse Restraint