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"Wallow" by Nova

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I found you dressed in violence, with a bloodied middle name, an effervescent vibrance painted scarlet just the same, among the fog of silence that you used to hide your shame, repurposed as a licence, righteous wallowing in pain.
November 24, 2024 at 8:41 PM
skimperil.bsky.social
Thank you to editors @cilloyd.bsky.social, Jack Westmore, and Luís Costa for publishing my poem "Elegy for Joe" in Vol 2 of the Seaford Review! Thrilled my work is included alongside such incredible poems.

www.seafordreview.com/p/issue-two

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March 22, 2025 at 3:19 PM
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"Remembrance" by Nova

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In death you're mourned by all who found peace in your smile, know we now struggle to keep you lonely.
December 1, 2024 at 11:18 PM
freak-punk.bsky.social
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I like to make queer poetry out of the Harry Potter books to piss off JK. Rowling. This is the first one I made, from the first page in the whole series
A blackout poem made from the first page of the first Harry Potter book. It reads: "The Boy. Strange, mysterious, He was a thin blonde garden, no finer boy anywhere. But secret"
November 19, 2024 at 2:15 AM
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"Beef Stew" by Nova

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Today she made me a big pot of stew, so she could remind me of good times with you, with carrots, diced beef and sourdough bread, food made for relief and for hugging the dead.
December 17, 2024 at 5:51 PM
pinkbobatiger.bsky.social
tired of my words yet? #gayart #gayartist #queerart #queerartist #gaydrawing #gayartwork #queerdrawing #queerartwork #gaynsfw #queernsfw #art #supportartists poem #gaypoetry #gaypoem #gaypoet #queerpoem #queerpoetry #queerpoet
poem with no title on white background. The words in the poem say: "The thick-pillared / columns // came // carried seeds // splattering, splashing, spraying / puddling, pooling, rushing. // wet with dew" words are same font and size. Words in the poem are not spaced or formatted evenly.
May 28, 2025 at 12:32 PM
diebooth.bsky.social
📰The Scumrag Issue 2 🗞️ is out now from the excellent Scumbag Press and is available to buy via linktr.ee/scumbagpress

8 page A5 recycled newspaper for only £2.50, full of DIY punk lit goodness (inc. my first ever published poem!)

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'The Scumrag' literary newspaper January 2025, a newspaper front cover pictured with the words 'EXTRA! EXTRA!' superimposed over the top in bold black The Scumrag Issue 2 literary newspaper Jan 2025 Poetry Adam Crawford Jen Dunford-Roskos Jim Gibson Bradford Middleton Aqeel Parvez Vaughn Ross Molly Glinski Die Booth Koushik Banerjea Klipschutz Leslie A Mendoza Jackson Dasvies Paul Whelan Laura Cooney Art phototography comic strip Livor Mortis Zine Cody Sexton Jessie Lynn McMains John Burgess Columns articles reviews Dan Flore III Jessie Lynn McMains Kate Garrett
January 22, 2025 at 2:24 PM
skimperil.bsky.social
And to Nude Bruce Review for the same! nudebrucereview.com/wp-content/u...

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March 3, 2025 at 12:06 AM
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"Black Hole" by Nova

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I am the black hole at the centre of us, dragging you into me. Stealing your light as I feast on your time, as I tear you apart.
November 30, 2024 at 10:46 PM
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"Infinite" by Post-himbo

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Hear me, fisher kingdom children, Something's troubling our waters, Daughters drifting out of space and I'm just running out of time, Though it seemingly feels infinite, Infinitely shallow, infinitely short, Infinitely hollow, whilst my body holds, I'm here just doing Planck's downstairs, Working points to no apparent end, I'm not gonna pretend I have much left, Nothing remains of me to bleed, This screed is just coagulation, The subtle serifs calcified, Burning, ashen, petrified, A shard of glass, lost to the tide, Smoothed where once it's blade resided, My fisher kingdom's fate decided.
December 31, 2024 at 3:04 PM
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"False Birth" by Post-himbo

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In a flat choice between your pride and my life Too many would choose your beaming Over me breathing (And I sometimes feel you'd say the same) And I wanna gnaw and needle to the question What would give you such a suggestion of blame? There's no words left that will bring me shame (From you), And there's nothing left for you to do, I've already done irreversible 'damage' As if the pain of false birth was something to manage like a schedule, "First month breast tissue next month hope" I'm like a new entity, I've gathered my own amenities, Just pretend to be pleased, Please, It would be that much better than your enmity, Uni, college degree, A levels through GCSE, No amount was enough for me to be (Whatever the fuck you wanted from me And here I thought it was to be "happy"), Because only my truth could account for me And only my body could set me free, I'd rather die than be who I used to be.
December 17, 2024 at 5:51 PM
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"Broken Glass" by Nova

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I put myself into bottles, and then walk these cobbled streets, that snake and slither through my past, dead eyed and cold blooded, and when stone makes way for sand, I cast them into the sea of time, hoping for the motion to find them, for the ocean to take them far away to a place where they won't be found, to a less forsaken beach than mine, but they always wash up at my feet, the ground beneath them turned to ash. Smashed and remade as a crown of broken glass, invisible to all but me, the strain is only mine to see, and as it carves into my face I mask all of my pain. So I'll bury my grief beneath a smile, while my sorrow peeks from behind my teeth, while my misery lurks under a pile of leaves, freshly fallen from a bonsai tree.
December 28, 2024 at 3:59 PM
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"Still" by Nova

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Still I try to hold you, still you slowly go astray, still I worry I'll forget you and the things you used to say. Still I wish to see you, still you always hide away, still I really want to hear you just this once, please just today.
November 29, 2024 at 2:43 PM
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// The question by itself seems so surreal.

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// The question by itself seems so surreal. I found friendship to be a woeful might - to talk together of our wants and fears, and chatter with each other through the night. To cry together all the painful tears, and reminisce of lovers in our years. The bond we made became our spirit shields, and hours spent online became our spears. You tempt my soul with what I long to feel. To talk of parents lost who gave us life, of siblings gone despite our sacred fears. You’re my chosen sister of whom I write, who gives me butterflies when you come near. Are we platonic? It seems so unclear. Maybe I weaken with romantic zeal, and my spirit struggles when you come near. You tempt my soul with what I long to feel. Whatever happens in our darkened night if our friendship turns even more unclear our language grows to more than butterflies the friendship vibrates, rage-filled, nuclear We’ll cry together all the painful tears and slay the monsters with our hardened steel placed with friendship upon our heart-shaped speers You tempt my soul with what I long to feel. Will you support me if a mutineer? The question by itself seems so surreal - hold my hand through another bitter year? You tempt my soul with what I long to feel. 28 lines three stanzas of eight lines followed by a quatrain (or four-line stanza) called an envoy (or envoi) rhyme scheme: ababbcbC/ababbcbC/ababbcbC/bcbC final line of each stanza is a refrain each line is usually comprised of eight or 10 syllables (flexible, but consistent within the poem)
January 2, 2026 at 7:34 AM
taruamhran.bsky.social
Denn leuchten einmal die Social Media Lampen zählt nur der äussére Schein

Wir führen konsensuelle Poly 'Beziehungen
Doch sind wir alle verletzt
Denn wir sind ja die Opfer die anderen sind abusiv
Da ist es gut wenn man sich wehrt und Grenzen setzt
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April 19, 2025 at 1:57 AM
pinkbobatiger.bsky.social
more poem #gayart #gayartist #queerart #queerartist #gaydrawing #gayartwork #queerdrawing #queerartwork #gaynsfw #queernsfw #art #supportartists #queerpoem #queerpoetry #queerpoet #gaypoem #gaypoetry #gaypoet more words and words and words
poem with no title on white background. The words say: "imagination / ripening in late summer. // I fancied those woodsmen / I read about in my books // stretched //woods // like lush / concrete // slipped / through a crevice in // lovers, // workmen // engrossed in their play, / in affectionate embrace, / and their mounts" Words are same font and size. Words are not spaced or formatted evenly. Hope you enjoyed my poem
May 27, 2025 at 7:55 PM
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"A Storm in the Dark" by Nova

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As the day turns to night I see your storm is near, so I'll hold you tight ‘til your wind hits my ear. Baby just let it rain ‘til the dam groans and creaks, ‘til it can't hold the pain and it rolls down your cheeks. As the dark grows less strong worried words turn to quakes, that it might not be long ‘til the sun reawakes. Though we may surrender this whole night to sorrow, it's okay, remember we’ll always have tomorrow.
December 31, 2024 at 3:05 PM
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"Becoming" by Nova

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Watching as I change from the inside on the outside, into a strident freak with softened cheeks and widened hips, as softened lips scream to exist, like light in the bleak pushing back the creep of my own unmaking, a joyous playful breaking, and I will give praise for those blackened days, because I found my way and I became.
November 28, 2024 at 3:31 PM
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"Disordered" by Post-himbo

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Seeing a thousand days in the night of space, that infinite platonic 'cave of shadows' place, the songbird Sol rests light on my face, that bosomly warmth with the subtle taste of spring; grassy, heady, passed in a sweat, summer's colours grace sugarfingers yet, so we have what good gold autumn's let, when winter swallows what it's met. and the chains that bind, you'll find they're of a daisy braid, soft silk stocks and locks that'll never fade, time tied minds, Wrist ties of triple plied plaid, the best, most damning decision I've ever made. In a place where Bastion Black acres overhead, like a high-rise high-lit high-top, its illegible carpentry almost dead and its end will see it overtaken, there's no place for primordial aliens in a world in which history's already gone. it's easy enough to worry about ever being enough of her, I'm sorry I was never what I said, maybe unspoken hopes aren't expected, and I can't make myself be everything yet.
January 2, 2025 at 9:17 PM
margerybayne.bsky.social
Self-acceptance is a freedom that feels
Like ripping pages out
Of the end of the book

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Ace of Spades
A poem of self-acceptance
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June 24, 2025 at 1:27 PM
skimperil.bsky.social
Many thanks to @narioli.bsky.social and Thimble Lit Mag for publishing "When Ruth Recounted How" in Volume 7.4 -- this will be the first time I'll see one of my poems in print!

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April 1, 2025 at 1:41 AM
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"Re-probably" by Post-himbo

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I'd like to think they'd recatch their tongues in the absence of my company, But probably not, What does it matter but for a nattered word bandied and battered by the wind? A smattering of infinitesimal things, echoed back memories, hollowed and thinned, that no less re-sound in empty rooms, Re-bound every limb-like grasping syllable to the dead boy that seems nigh unkillable, I don't know what holds them back from saying it, Embraced the shambling corpse once I went about slaying it, But I'm retreading old ground. I'd like to think someone was there To catch their tongues In the absence of my company, But probably not.
December 11, 2024 at 10:26 PM
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"He / The Bear" by Post-himbo

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He sounds so good in the stories; Sturdy and raw, beastly and warm, Love like a bear took human form, (We all wanted the bear, really). He needn't be extreme in stature; That one hones one's self is enough, But we're all different, this is just for me, he'd land sour on the sweet-tooth tongue, And my tastes run more savoury, (The quinine truth is such a waste, really). He wouldn't want for much with me; That caring and carrying is my concern, Protection and provision is his priority, But it needn't be so cut and dry, I'll stand and fight readily as any, Few benefit from rigidity, (That he is so blind is a shame, really). He sounded so good in the stories; Chivalrous and proud, Dominant and competitive, Assertive and controlling, Spiteful and vicious, (It makes me wonder what we'd done, Really).
November 24, 2024 at 8:35 PM
pinkbobatiger.bsky.social
the final poem (for now)
#gayart #gayartist #queerart #queerartist #gaydrawing #gayartwork #queerdrawing #queerartwork #gaynsfw #queernsfw #art #supportartists #gaypoem #queerpoem #gaypoet #queerpoet #gaypoetry #queerpoetry this poem is called " Wood Morning"
poem with no visible title on 8.5 × 11 white paper. All parts are found images & words glued to the white paper and scanned. The unwritten title is "Wood Morning". In the top right is a small black and white sun symbol beside the first stanza. In the bottom right is a black and white image of a log beside the final stanza. The poem is left aligned and reads: "Early morning / draped // rocking gently / tall masts wagging // in the dim light // waiting // Beautiful / beautiful // dancing, / stiff" Words are same font and size. Words are not spaced or formatted evenly.
May 28, 2025 at 4:29 PM
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"Buried Before Memory / Tortoise Eyes" by Post-himbo

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Ice wind very cherry lush burning that midnight oil, 12:03am on Friday morning, March 15th, in your beautiful house, so haunted by misery but which glows with new eye shine, I find in every second I watch the screen light illuminate your tortoise eyes and your wry little smile, a part of me I'd buried before memory, that rose from a cradle grave of ash, rises like fire up the creepers of a tree, with elegant fragility, I have cemented those moments to my soul in the chambers of the queen in the missives from her lover, I only feel that tracheal ache at 12:29 of warm sorrow bitter sweetnesses, because I came to life that day you kissed me.
January 2, 2025 at 9:16 PM