the citizen trans* {project} by new words {press} seeks to publish & archive the voices & experiences of trans* writers in this anti-trans, post-election country. we’re sad. we’re angry. we’re disillusioned, tired & betrayed. as writers, it’s our job to write regardless. to shed light. to truth tell. to burn. the theme is simple: post-election writing. send us your tears, your rage, your hope, your hopelessness. send us your words. there is no voting process. if it’s on theme, we publish it online. Nothing is off limits except hate speech (decided on a case by case basis).
Because we are beautiful by Juliette McCarthy
Juliette McCarthy Because we are beautiful Because when my tears fall, they follow a familiar path, One carved into my bones like a rushing river…
On Election Day My Latest STI Test Comes Back Negative by Birch Wiley
Birch Wiley On Election Day My Latest STI Test Comes Back Negative after Noah Baldino Halved, the body might resemble a geode, crystalline glisten after…
Dis-Appointment by Jennifer Weigel
Jennifer Weigel Dis-Appointment I wish I knew just how we got here but I had long ago lost hope. I’d been seeing the political arena…
Worries We Shouldn’t Have by Claire Kroening
Claire Kroening Worries We Shouldn’t Have A head overfilled of pollution; of the world crumbling below one’s feet, smog cutting ties in every waking breath–…
The Day After The Election. by Casey Clauberg
Casey Clauberg The Day After The Election. I saw the news. All I can think about is my third grade election. The election had…
Hucksters by Elias Johnson
Elias Johnson Hucksters my dad always wanted to be his dad but he wasn’t supposed to be his dad, who rummaged through scrap piles,…
Transfraction by Ari Kelly
Ari Kelly Transfraction this body unrecognizable …
Republicans Are Obsessed With Me by Kel Norman
Kel Norman Republicans Are Obsessed With Me The smoky midwest sky falls apart mid morning. You’re trying to fill your lungs with clouds. The second…
why i was laughing at the presidential election by Glenn Falacienski
Glenn Falacienski why i was laughing at the presidential election And just like that, I am Gregor Samsa waking up in the body of a…
LOADED by E. Zimmerman
E. Zimmerman LOADED i never used to keep a loaded gun next to my bed, under my nightstand. i never had a gun to begin…
Clock Strikes 3 by Renée LoBue
Renée LoBue Clock Strikes 3 The pit of stomach downwardness was a daily ritual. Sense and sense alone were all, spare the few grilled chicken…
Pinocchio by M Young
M Young