Posts tagged "september 2016"
PRIDE

PRIDE

I hold a collection of stones in my hands. I did not collect them myself, but somehow they got slipped into my pocket. They are not all the same. Some are larger than others, Different shades and colors. Some are rough and hard, Some are smooth, cold.   Each of the stones have words on...
And Broken Were The Bones

And Broken Were The Bones

  And broken were the bones that once held him together. Pretty brown boy found love over the summer. Met her one wild night and dove in head first down Alice’s rabbit hole. Pretty brown boy falls for a dime piece with curves like a coke bottle. And broken were the bones. He snuck her...
Feeling Myself

Feeling Myself

Trigger Warning: Porn mention, Female Masturbation mention
How To Find A Path

How To Find A Path

When you walk through the woods at night, what is the one thing you search for?
The Endless Sunday Afternoon: Thoughts on Queer Temporality

The Endless Sunday Afternoon: Thoughts on Queer Temporality

Away from the incessant tickboxes of patriarchal-heteronormativity, away from the snide looks at weddings and whispers of ‘biological clock,’ queer time is slow and lazy, it is an endless Sunday afternoon.
time

time

  I am not guaranteed a lifetime, only time. I move through the world and space unwillingly. If you wish to see the planet as I have, or as I do, you are foolish.
The Best of First Sentences: A Prayer for Owen Meany Book Review

The Best of First Sentences: A Prayer for Owen Meany Book Review

“I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice – not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew….
How To Be A Brooke: Being A Positive Influence

How To Be A Brooke: Being A Positive Influence

Up until a month ago, my goals for my life involved publishing a themed chapbook before the end of 2016, moving to Washington, DC, and to intern at the White House.
The Method to My Madness

The Method to My Madness

TW: Mental illness mention, Dissociation mention, Suicide mention
We Can't Understand

We Can’t Understand

Although most of us rarely admit, the sentence, “I understand”, is the last sentence we want to hear. When on the receiving end of an “I understand” we fight to refrain from rolling our eyes and snapping “no you don’t”. But isn’t that what we’re thinking?
Missing From Me

Missing From Me

September smells like rain on my window– Pain. Cliches, yeah I know about those.
Editor's Letter -- September 2016: Milestones

Editor’s Letter — September 2016: Milestones

In September of 2015, I put up Margin’s first editor’s letter and held my breath.  This September marks Margins’ first year anniversary!