Love

Their conversations remained superficial throughout the evening, but their feelings grew like a summer daisy. After each moment, they wanted to be closer, but neither was courageous enough to change the subject.

The little girl wondered to herself if it was worth it. Was all this pain and labor worth the trouble for a year or two of romance?

Society inspires literature, and literature inspires society. The union of my English and sociology majors constantly reminds me of this beautiful dynamic.

After absentmindedly petting Phoebe for a while, she climbed up on the countertop to grab a Mason jar. Filled with pieces of her past, she reached under her bed to begin closing the holes left over from months of neglect.

In typical teenage fashion, my angst and stubbornness made me villainize my father for simply wanting me to be a better student and a better person. I wanted to just be young and careless, but my dad always knew I was destined for more. I am so proud to be my father’s daughter.

Queer art has never been more visible or powerful. As the Frameline47 tagline appropriately reminds us, “see and be scene.”

Love can feel like it is not being given to you, even if it is, which is why it is so crucial that we take a step back and spot it in the many forms it comes in.

Your touch is / clear, transparent, mine / I know one of us will be wise / but maybe, no / not maybe, no such thing, sadly / we’re stubborn, enriched / in delectable chaos / and pity 

How is it that we trust the abyss of postage to cradle our heaviest words in paper-thin packaging?

Do you hate me sometimes / for worrying you.