
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).
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
scrambled eggs by Elle Kennedy Fell
Elle Kennedy Fell scrambled eggs the morning after the election i go to work and pretend like nothing happened. i try to block out the…
What Did I Do To Deserve This From You? by Christian Heigler
Christian Heigler What Did I Do To Deserve This From You? “I hate both candidates.” “The Two-Party system is broken.” “The lesser of…
Fleeing to Omaha by Xiomara Jean-Louis
Xiomara Jean-Louis Fleeing to Omaha When antagonists overwhelm our TVs and trains, And the CVS stops stocking estrogen and SSRIs, We promised that we would…
rip ic: HR 9218 by Morgan J. Sammut
Morgan J. Sammut rip ic: HR 9218 A week af er rump is elec ed, I s ar on es os erone. I go o…
The State of Texas vs The Trans Woman by Farrah Fang
Farrah Fang The State of Texas vs The Trans Woman Houston is brimming with hood philosophies curandera blessings and such …
My Gender is a Funeral by Sampson Spadafore
Sampson Spadafore My Gender is a Funeral “Thank you to all those good assassins who contributed to the death of my former self.” -John Patrick…
MY COUNTRY BURNS, AND I MUST MOVE QUICKLY TO SPARE THE SOLES OF MY FEET: by Morgan Jennings
Morgan Jennings MY COUNTRY BURNS, AND I MUST MOVE QUICKLY TO SPARE THE SOLES OF MY FEET: I spent five years drinking sand to silence…
The Last Agraphon by Alice Fulmer
Alice Fulmer The Last Agraphon There’s no savior to bleed for these times, but in the doomscrolls I see mile-a-minute martyrs roaring and raving on…
colonialist cosplayer: The Virtue Signaler by Rainier McCall
Rainier McCall colonialist cosplayer: The Virtue Signaler it’s fascinating to watch the privileged masses flee from making life better where they are they simply pack…