Queer Mycelium Network | a poem for Brianna Ghey
When one of us dies, we all feel it.
Shed: a poem
Apart of nature, I shed the skin I have outgrown, Refusing to be restricted by things that have lost their purpose.
Review: Melanin Sun (–) Blind Spots
An ambitious and thought-provoking collection of poems, Melanin Sun (-) Blind Spots mixes the many reverberations of a biracial identity with a complex poetics of ambiguity.
Poem: Ear Fruit
nestled in the soft bit of skin between her neck and jaw,
it’s sprouted just out of her range of vision [. . .]
four love poems
What says “love” better than poetry? Four of the Boshemia team share their latest love poems for Valentine’s Day 2022.
Not So Far Apart | a poem
There is only an arm’s length between us,
enough to see straight into your brown eyes.