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Sadee Bee (They/Them) is a queer artist and writer inspired by magic, strange dreams, and creepy vibes. Sadee is the Visual Arts Editor for Sage Cigarettes Magazine. Bee can be found on Twitter @SadeeBee, on Instagram @sadee__bee, and on the web at www.sadeebee.com  

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jp thorn is a queer, neurodivergent artist raised in and returned to the south. you'll usually find them in a peaceful flow state of adhd hyperfocus or ping-ponging between cat parent and hobbyist. they believe in de-stigmatization and open communication as means to bridge divides between folx from varied backgrounds. their work is largely inspired by reframing traditionalism, therapeutic processes, unlearning patriarchy, and global patterns.

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mk zariel {it/its} is a transmasculine neuroqueer poet, theater artist, movement journalist, and insurrectionary anarchist. it is fueled by folk-punk, Emma Goldman, and existential dread. it can be found online at https://mkzariel.carrd.co/, creating conflictually queer-anarchic spaces, writing columns for Asymptote and the Anarchist Review of Books, and being mildly feral in the great lakes region. it is kinda gay ngl.

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Skylar Camp (she/her) lives in Columbus, Ohio, with her two kids, her partner, and their fuzzy kitty. Her writing focuses on religious trauma, divorce, polyamory, queerness, parenting, and more. Her work appears in Bi Women Quarterly, The Broadkill Review, and JAKE. Find her at skylarcamp.com. 

Womanhood is a gift from biology / Femininity, a choice and a curse /
Existing as either / a target to those who stopped seeing me / as a person /
When I buried my baby teeth /

A Jar of Baby Teeth

A poem about growth, acceptance, and love between father and son. 

Like Father, Like Sun

words from a cigarette's son

failed self portrait as link from 'the legend of zelda: breath of the wild'

One morning / I rose with the sun /
felt its warmth on my skin / I saw her in the mirror /
Emerging from my widow’s peak / she wore the armor of gray /

Maiden of Gray

Before I found my circle of salt / I had only my bedroom window /
My only comfort a closed door / a finally silent home /
Perhaps the salt circle was my silent tears shed /

Love to the Moon Mother

I was figuring out who I was with suburban-mall punk as a blueprint.

Emo Dancing Queen

Namina had stopped counting how many souls she had delivered, and there was no point in keeping track anymore. Her Ker, an ancient spirit that feeds on violence and blood, was never full, and her servitude would never end.

The Reaper - Part One

"These women did not matter to anyone, especially not law enforcement. Whatever happened to them was their fault, a byproduct of their profession. It filled Namina with rage. These women did matter, and she would do her best to protect them."

The Reaper - Part Two

Call Me By Your Name (2017) vs Call Me By Your Name (2021): Queer Liberation and Queer Assimilation In Media

A poem called "Insatiable" published by Sage Cigarettes Magazine in November 2022.

Insatiable

"In the dream, you let me down just like all the years before. I know you like I know the insides of my eyelids. Still, I’m ready for you to surprise me. Just in case."

The Woman Who Knows

Headache

My true nature / gifted at birth / from a bloodline
filled with ceaseless wanting’s / of bleeding hearts
and subtle deceits / whispers of pain /
bruises fading deep beneath //

Enough to Hide the Stain

“To you, those dead women symbolize your power. But to me, they are a sign of your inherent weakness as a human being, as a man.”

The Reaper - Part Three

On the queer vernacular in photography

A poem that saw me accepting tears and sadness in the midst of trying to be tough. 

Unseen Rivers

The Promise

The Betrayal

The Bell Jar

Good Medusa

If I gobble them up like frosted cupcakes,
absorb their wraith essence, their pale hue.
I could take their brightness, their effervescence.

Effervescence

Araminta grew up with a mirror in her room. Only, it wasn’t a mirror, and she knew that, she did, but she wanted to believe that it was so badly that she almost let herself forget what it really was. Almost.

Like Glass Between Teeth

Putting it All on the Page

"loud gasps of euphoria" is a poem about how pain and pleasure must coexist.

loud gasps of euphoria

Voodoo-cursed tech story at the lovely sage cigarettes magazine. 

Less Common Start-up Issues with the Asus Zenbook 15 UX534

Portrait of a Girl as Salt & Silt 

"I remind myself I will find love / In library books and hope / In advocate assemblies and a cure / In my best friend's arms."

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