"I’ve sliced out half my flesh for your design—
one lung, kidney, clenched fist a spattered song.
My left hand shakes; my white coat’s soaked carmine
to carve a place your body can belong."
—P.H. Low
- they/them
I edit magazines, read them please:
ALOCASIA: a journal of queer plant-based writing
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ANMLY: an international journal of literature and arts
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beestung: a micro-mag for two-spirit, non-binary, and genderqueer writers
ndn genderfuck crip neurodiva, find me on twitter
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