Digital zine for hurricane relief in Western North Carolina.

You, O glittering snowfall,
must baptize yourself in dark blood.

Pale to the Fury

Digital zine for hurricane relief in Western North Carolina.

How God (oh God)
had sent His own son, a lamb, to slaughter.
Surely,

I’d sighed, a-fixin’
to slit the still-bleating throat of another
goat,

this is our Gospel.

Evidence Enough

I’m up,
bare back braced brittle against 
the headboard, 
consumed by you like a flame
to the wick 
of a candle.

Portrait of my Lover in the Morning

How the hunger of Heaven
devoured, a damning rhythm–

the water
rising, rising, barging in.


Buck Creek, North Carolina

Here I stand, bathed in the blood of this Lamb
of sunlight,
moments before it’ll be sacrificed. 


06 November 2024

      The Devoted kept their heads down
in the curtain of rain, bustled
      bodies filing into the corridor.

Vulture Poem

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Drunk Walk Home

The Average Life Expectancy for Transgender Women is Thirty Years

this, honey
is our God-given language // spliced
& violent // deep

& sacred, beauty
& punishment

Portrait of my Lover in Situ

This body has to be mine, then.
I can feel the chill bite
of all of it.

Grounding Exercise

You'll get better &
our days will play onward, ebb & flow, a
river. Innocent.


Ariadne Alexis Macquarie

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