QTPOC Issue 2017
a note from the editors Luther Hughes Nicole Oquendo Omotara James Marisa Adame Saquina Karla C. Guiam Casey Rocheteau Rachel Wiley Nadim Choufi Ashanti Anderso...
a note from the editors Luther Hughes Nicole Oquendo Omotara James Marisa Adame Saquina Karla C. Guiam Casey Rocheteau Rachel Wiley Nadim Choufi Ashanti Anderso...
One day, when it’s all over, and the books have been cleared away, and the table that played host to the laughter of the children who were your friends first, a...
Papier-mâché moon beams drench the streets with their opaque light. I’ve walked these streets every evening for the past two years, leisurely observing the cook...
i want to do something to impress you: shoot zigzags of purple lightning from my eyeballs, nonchalantly float cars until they whirlpool around me in a circle, c...
i wonder how often you have to microwave grapefruit before it feels like my tight asshole how many paintbrushes i have broken massaging biology beneath spotted ...
“Why won’t you just cough into your elbows?” Dad’s coughs are echoing off the walls again. It’s been two weeks and both of them are still sick. I sometime...
TW: abuse My childhood’s secure within the borders of faded photographs, the child me I barely remember, the one who called his mother sweetheart because...
I was only seventeen – this was back in the seventies. My first job after leaving school was in the menswear department at The D.I.C. on Lambton Quay. A bit of ...
1. From what I knew of her, Jenny was an art kid. She was known for her small eccentricities—paint dotted hands, glittery overalls. Her hair was big, curly brow...
Sit up straight in the cheap metal fold out chair in front of the principal’s desk. Hold your chin to your chest, fold your hands in your lap, and lift your wat...