Get to know these TSW voices.
Pride Month may be technically over already, but over here at TSW, we know that the celebration of queer voices and stories is an ongoing one. Today, we’re sharing 12 pieces written by Seventh Wave writers and poets that we published across our past 17 issues. In this powerful roundup, you’ll find poetry that gestures toward the yearning and desire of new romance; short stories that speak to the boundless possibilities of transness; pieces that celebrate the joy of drag; and hybrid works that conjure a chorus of queer ancestry.
These writers represent a vast array of forms, lived experiences, and identities, and their words paint a stunning collage of perspectives. Our hope in sharing these pieces is that they will act as entry points for you to get to know some incredibly urgent, necessary talents within our TSW community.
Below, you’ll find work by the incomparable Kyung, Veronica Wasson, Isaiah Yonah Back-Gaal, beloved, hannah rubin, Sheena D., River 瑩瑩 Dandelion, Callum Angus, D.A. Navoti, Anthony DiPietro, Ruth Elizabeth Morris, and Laura Buccieri. Read and return to these voices often.
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- 1: Perception Gaps
- 10: Willful Innocence
- 11: Actionable Storytelling
- 12: Before After
- 13: Rebellious Joy
- 14: Economies of Harm
- 15: Root Systems
- 16: Proximities
- 17: The Cost of Waiting
- 2: Labels
- 3: Who Gets to Belong?
- 4: You Are Politics
- 5: Artificial Realities
- 6: Dangerous Bodies
- 7: In Opposition
- 8: Power And
- 9: What We Lose
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in people. That whatever gods / I choose, I choose to love
Endings begin with a rumbling: / clap of thunder at the top / of the finale, creak and release / of the bus as it rises from its bow, / first vibrations of the tornado / siren.
what would queer visions of the family network look like?
I was being led by something. So tender and raw inside of my body that I can’t point to a specific place — there was me before I had ever seen a dam.
We’re all on the grassy patch of land east of Christ the King, our school, with our uniform plaid skirts hiked, wearing way too much lip-gloss and not enough deodorant.
my hair sways long / black streams cascade / down my back / somewhere, skies illuminate after somber rain
Jenny’s first change, like everybody else’s, was expected.
Busted furniture. Building materials. Car guts. Then a few feet away, loads more: old clothing, broken toys, soiled diapers.
a sophomore from art class. could he paint. i kept / his scraps of craft paper / and stray eyelashes in a jewelry box my grandma bought / in italy.
From my desk, I watch her turn the pages. She is meticulous, each touch / feather-light and exact in her dissection.
i know i will / before holding your hand / before kissing your cheek / in public / and for all of that i’m so sorry
Throughout the year, you’ll continue to find pieces like this that celebrate our community of voices. If you’re looking for more resources or writing from queer writers and poets, check out CLMP’s roundup, “A Reading List of Pride Month 2024.”
