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“Most bookworms have lived the image: bedtime, the encompassing covers, a flashlight sparking a world.”
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ReadI Am Made of Fatalities and Rainbow Roads
“In these video games, there were victories and meaningless losses. I had something I didn’t have to be good at.” -
ReadArachnovigilante & other poems
“rendition of justice, unprovoked and unasked to be / sacrificial hero with less” -
Read“On Gaming” Featured Artist
“I dream within the confines of my sixteen-inch screen, mouse-scrolling and clicking in my sleep.” -
ReadInside “On Gaming”
“My goal was to create space for those most vulnerable and amplify the voices of those on the fringes of the video game community.” -
ReadIntimate Encounters 一期一会
“Aren’t we like this seedling? Constantly budding through a land that has been broken into pieces.” -
Readin order to separate or purify & other poems
“but too you ran scissors / up and down the powerlines / so the calls never made sense /until the static of ashes proved / my mother right” -
Readbefore you’re gone & other poems
“my flowers have obituaries with names that don’t match them and goodbyes that are wrong.” -
ReadA Tribute to Target Pride Merch
“No hables con her sobre this subject / Porque part of me is scared to complicate / Our memories compartimo” -
ReadOn Fiestaware, Ashes, and Dancing Again
“I can’t separate my experience of being raised by gay people from my experience of being raised by people who watched a lot of their friends die young.” -
Readfiebre de kilig
“to our descendants, this relic is for you too. to our qt ancestors, thank you for seeding me in these fertile ruins.” -
ReadTip of the Tongue, Teeth and the Lips
“Our plan had been to wait until the next time we visited to tell them we would be moving in together, but I also had my own discreet plan.” -
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Inside “On Queer Family”
“This anthology is an unfinished map of queer possibility.” -
ReadFor the Moment
“How is it that my memories exist in English from a time before I knew that language?” -
ReadTo You, Who I Try to Meet Beyond the Boundaries of Names & other poems
“I near-remember and sometimes dream of standing in the morning shadow of this large looming thing, where even my hand in my mother’s feels cold.”