by Adeline Macdonald Clean steam iron the linen sheets, white and crisp and beautiful and without fault or fold White walls upon white walls with nothing to upset you or hurt you or make you cry or want to leave or want to think Do you love it? Is it…
By Scott Christopher Beebee how does one know theirheightened sexual proclivitiesin kindergarten?it is what happened tome but good luck gettinga straight answerfrom this bent,detoured, rattled& deveined source not only had i knownof my homosexualitybut the more importantpiece is my beinga transgender person before you go offthe rails by sayingthere’s no…
By Scott Beebe he was taken in 1930then subjected to theminds & subsequent proddingof scientists & philosopherswho spent much of the 20thcentury turningearthlings intobelievers he hadbelonged with them now he’s troubled& bumbles alone“it’s so dark & cold” hecries, no matteringthe hour or time of day –ironically, a thing thosepeople on…
by Scott Christopher BeeBe we divide the kids like cars and now I’m off course hit the deck nothing is left inside my breast wicked like nicked snickering on the playground at my expense – derived by things done & said – nothing’s meant no blushed downlight at sunrise; eventide…
by Scott Christopher Beebe it’s been far too long since I’ve seen the sun drift pastyour wide-open eyes matters for naught thatwhen we last spoke, you had said,“Hate the way (I) play this forever dream”of which you’d never seemed apart of its themed scheme each night, we would lieour heads…