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Dysphoria by Oliver Baez Bendorf - Poems
It’s true that I’m im- patient under affliction. So? Most of what the dead can do is difficult to carry. As for gender I can’t explain it any more than a poem: there was an instinct, I followed it. A song. A bell. I saw deer tracks in the snow. Little split hearts beckoned me across the lawn. My body bucked me, fond of me. Here is how you bear this flourish. Bud, I’m buckling to blossoms now.
With a Petroleum Coating by Trace Peterson - Poems | Academy of American Poets
I have not been having an easy HRT experience for a trans gal, especially when it comes to blocking testosterone so my body can develop properly in response to estrogen. * Spironolactone gave me brain fog, so to block T, I switched to Finasteride. * The blocker dose of Finasteride made me too sleepy to function, so I switched to Progesterone. * Progesterone had some nice effects but it made me loopy and had a kind of thought-freezing effect, so I switched to Dutasteride.
Exclusively on Venus
Trace Peterson is a trans woman poet critic. Author of Since I Moved In (Chax Press, 2007), she is also founding editor and publisher of EOAGH, which has won two Lambda Literary Awards, including the first given in transgender poetry. She is coeditor of the anthology Troubling the Line: Trans and Genderqueer Poetry and Poetics (Nightboat Books, 2013) and coeditor of Arrive on Wave: Collected Poems of Gil Ott (Chax Press, 2016).
The Valleys Are So Lush and Steep
I have not been having an easy HRT experience for a trans gal, especially when it comes to blocking testosterone so my body can develop properly in response to estrogen. Spironolactone gave me brain fog, so to block T, I switched to Finasteride. The blocker dose of Finasteride made me too sleepy to function, so I switched to Progesterone. Progesterone had some nice effects but it made me loopy and had a kind of thought-freezing effect, so I switched to Dutasteride.
Self-Portrait in Stone and Flesh
Before the war, my father slid shoehorns between the lips of discount loafers and socked heels. If the shoe fits, so the story goes, the true identity of the cinder-shrouded girl is known. Persephone swallowed the seeds and her mother bent fallowed. My father's mother had nine mouths to feed, ten if she counted herself. Cronus ate his first five kids and then a stone. The memorial is cut from polished black granite and cuts into the earth.
NO ONE COULD SEE THE VAST CROWD
This is a working sentence. Someone walks by. Three sentences standing around bonding. Terrible, terrible sentences. The third sentence resents the fourth sentence more than the fifth. Sitting in a late cafe crying. Trying to stare down carbs with the mistress’s tools. A panoply of belated newsprint. A drain stopper with a dripping faucet. Coming in and coming out of the same entrance marked urgent. Paragraphs concealing whole illegal phrases. You marked me like this.
Two Poems | Boston Review
If You Like Piña Colada What words would you use to describe your inner life? Of the above, none. If It rests at the edge of thought, like glass, uninterrupted. Or when we feel (in front of others) that we have suffered enough. Today, I want you to find a way to forego the grammatical structures you’ve been given. Leave them behind for someone else, like art, a Basquiat; something that is amargado. And take stock of what is left. What parts of you have you abandoned? Which do you miss?
Four Poems | Boston Review
ain’t chopped liver get the manual have a face like a bucket of smashed crabs hurting for certain don’t think about making a fashion arrest in this hype joint have you tried hospital food?
National Poetry Month 2017
In honor of National Poetry Month, we publish one poem every day in April, plus extra features weekly. Below is a record of the poems, updated daily: April 1 – Max Ritvo, Three Poems April 2 – Alyssa Moore, "[I Had Three Wishes]" April 3 – Rae Armantrout, "Nonesuch" April 4 – Alan Gilbert, "Bent to the Line" April 5 – Diana Khoi Nguyen, "Overture" April 6 – Ariana Reines, Eight Poems April 7 – Phillip B.
Everyone is a Little Trans
This week in the PEN Poetry Series, guest editor TC Tolbert features a poem by Trace Peterson. About Peterson's work, Tolbert writes: "Trace’s work is thrilling, which is to say it induces a shivering, excited awareness of nuance and nearness. I continually return to her work (her book, Since I Moved In, was utterly transformative for me) for its keen ability to be inclusive of a variety of readers without being diluted. Her immense skill creates a space for opening.
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