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NICOLE LANE interviews NANNA PRIELER

Nicole Lane: Where are you from? When did you begin illustrating?

Nanna Prieler : I was born in a small, idyllic village in the mountains of southern Austria. 786 more words

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THINGS I WISH I COULD TELL MY FATHER by AKI W.

things i wish i could tell my father

i. stop haunting my dreams. i don’t want you there because it feels so comfortable when you’re around and i hate being comfortable around something you did. 234 more words

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ON MY GENDER BEING ILLEGAL by RONNY FORD

i never could taste the bitterness of decaf coffee until the barista at the cafe on the first floor of the MSU library handed me a cup with the word “ma’am” attached to it, and now every sip of every coffee i take fills my teeth with grounds that taste nothing of the robust heartiness of non-binarism for me, but instead taste of the time i was sitting in my bathtub, not seven years old, newly indoctrinated into Forest Hills, when my mom found me chopping my hair and saying “i’m not a girl i want to play boy i’m not a girl,” to which she fabricated a lie about it being against the law to hold scissors until you are twenty years of age, and i wiped my soaked face with my chopped off hair, thinking the police would come get me because i wanted to play boy, and no matter how much caramel and whipped cream i pour into my coffee it will never stop tasting of that moment it will never stop tasting of that moment when my mother made it illegal for me to be a boy… 65 more words

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GOODBYE, HARRY DEAN STANTON by GUINOTTE WISE

A few missed payments and see what happens
The Repo Man takes you away
from that bar on Melrose where you sang
with abandon. Country songs. 133 more words

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ALL SCATTERED PARTS by TAMARA L. PANICI

I tag every piece of you I can see and not see

when I run out of ink,                    I prick out

my own warm blood.                        you grin… 115 more words

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TOGETHER/MESS by K.E. BELL

because i can spread my fingers
to reach her southern skies
stop reaching, i think

bloom sweet in the space of my ribs
like spicy flowers in the night… 150 more words

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BERLIN by UMANG KALRA

Emptiness encased in skies that
flutter like fleeting fissures of light
through crystal, piercing
into me

I told myself that cities are built
of bricks and stone and concrete poured… 211 more words

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