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POEM “Tale of the Luminaries” a/w 2018-2019 collection

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Happy Pride Month! I was evicted.

I am an agender, bi person who was evicted by my landlady Friday for being autistic. The how and why is really complicated, but she was extremely emotionally abusive to me over the course of the month I lived there, and so I had to flee for my own sanity. I’m currently living out of my ass, not sure where I’ll go next or what I do, and I’m quickly running out of money and spoons.

I write stories about LGBT+ people of color, bestselling novels, and I need some sales. She took my next month’s rent in advance and I can’t get it back, and to get away from her, I’ve had to spend all the money I have left. 

If you can’t buy any of these, please reblog this list of my books and what they’re about, that way I might be able to afford to keep myself going till the end of the week. Right now I have about $50 left. If you’re going to like it, you might as well reblog.

Haunted Houses and How to Tame Them –  Pax works at a magical Home Depot in a world where houses are alive and people try and make them happy with constant redecorating.

Liminal People –  Two gay scientists and a dog get stranded in the Alaskan wilderness and all they do with their solitude is write Magnum P.I. fanfiction, make LSD, and try and find aliens to fuck. (Oh, and also not die. They try not to die.)

The Star Caregiver –  The world exists on islands that orbit each other, and you can only jump from island to island during brief “conjunctions” where they basically crash together. Coby, a low IQ autistic agender Jewish Indian person, has decided to become independent from their caregivers and make their own life on a neighboring island, ingratiating themselves in a world of art-based magic and good friendships – both human and star.

Where the Wind Blows Down the Gap –  Aponivi is a changeling, blessed by the fae. He lives in a secret library within the walled city of Ore Bell, under the thumb of witch-hunting martials called The Survivors of the Woods. He lays his shoes down for hanged men, hoping his footprints will guide them home. Something inside him burns. His heartbeat is not his own.

And more novels, short stories and poetry, here. All PDFs are $15 and all hard copies are $15 including shipping. 

Spread some healthy, positive, fun LGBT+ content around this pride!

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Prints of this poem available here. 

[soracities]

…my love’s a fire, an altar, an ember. I turn into smoke.

Adonis, from ‘Transformations of the Lover’, The Pages of Day and Night (trans. Samuel Hazo)

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By Lynda Barry  May 2016

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Every time I see this I love it more

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Fuck. I’m Jackie.

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Farewell Summer

Enter the Autumn with jewel tones as rich as a violet-petalled flowers aflame….. as summed up in the seductive photographs of Nir Hod  (“I Want Always to Be Remembered in Your Heart” 2013)

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I want to stop writing about fire, / But I trust I will not.

Terrell Jamal Terry, from “Untitled (1),” published in pinwheel (via lifeinpoetry)

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The Art of Titus Kaphar

Titus Kaphar was born in 1976 in Kalamazoo, Michigan. He currently lives and works between New York and Connecticut, USA. His artworks interact with the history of art by appropriating its styles and mediums. Kaphar cuts, bends, sculpts and mixes the work of Classic and Renaissance painters, creating formal games and new tales between fiction and quotation.

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Titus Kaphar

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