Identity
seafoam ode to my performed gender
seafoam ode to my performed gender at once you foam, then break open. you are the sea, the sea air open- -ing, white froth glint, the light resting inside. the light bursting inside. you are when * the ocean breathes, oh briny more than skin, than lungs, than heart. at once you are all and none. the crest of my tongue laps with you. enter trough and burst * inside. become my blood. your power lies in shift- -ing states, your form at once crystal, once sky, once water, once body. no words can hold you off. you are dimly colorless, yet * infinitely golden. become my blood. oh form as foam as body filled with air, enter. bubble saltwise and burst into * my power, the white froth glint, the resting light inside my shifting shapes.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet5 years ago in Pride
Grey
“I don’t think you’re asexual,” he said with a smirk. Just another man sitting across from me. I’d heard this comment, or variations of it, before. I took a sip of my coffee and placed the mug on the table. What he meant: how could I be asexual if I had sex with him?
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet5 years ago in Pride
Simon's Friend
Despite the homophobic names being hurled at him, the boys of Hillrain Academy weren't actually scared of Simon Finner. In fact, Simon's gentle nature and quiet disposition emboldened the likes of Charlie Dull and his overgrown followers to bully him even more.
By Michael Brennan5 years ago in Pride
