EOAGH Pushcart Nominations 2017

EOAGH is pleased to announce the following nominees in poetry for the 2017 Pushcart Prize: “Right to Release” by Kay Ulanday Barrett “The Flag and the Shore” by Kerry Downey “This is Nothing Much to Hear” by Kenyatta JP Garcia “Attempting to Behead the Grounded” by Jimena Lucero “The Other” by Pazia Miller “500 Dead Crows” by Isabelle Shallcross Congratulations and best of luck to … Continue reading EOAGH Pushcart Nominations 2017

Fall 2017 Reading Period Now Open

Now Accepting Submissions: Aug 28-Oct 15 The Fall 2017 Reading Period for Issue 11 of EOAGH is now open! During this time we’re considering submissions of: – Essays – Articles – Reviews – Interviews – Any Other Genre (except poetry) We’re especially looking for work by trans writers, queer writers, people of color, and intersectional feminist writers! You can send an abstract of 150 words … Continue reading Fall 2017 Reading Period Now Open

Nat Raha

from de/compositions   (after Vahni Capildeo’s reading)                         Nat Raha is a poet and trans / queer activist, living in Edinburgh, Scotland. Her poetry includes two collections: countersonnets (Contraband Books, 2013), and Octet (Veer Books, 2010); and numerous pamphlets including ‘de/compositions’ (Enjoy Your Homes Press, 2017), ‘£/€xtinctions’ (sociopathetic distro, 2017), ‘[of sirens / body … Continue reading Nat Raha

Grey Vild

from Dear Gone     It’s almost like we still lie to each other but it’s just me now. In your inventories, several light bulb jokes I wrote myself. In your inventories, it is too dark to read. In your inventories, I was 9 granite columns, pulled up the Nile by slaves. I held fast, a sky overcast with crackling leather, polished in the reduction … Continue reading Grey Vild

4/7 Vampires

by Hope Lyca Youngblood   I am on house arrest. I got out of jail five days after April 7 2016 and I am facing felony assault charges. I may wind up in a serious criminal mental institution. I’m afraid of my own mind.   After getting out of a therapy session on the 7th I was filled with guilt. I write horrible things in … Continue reading 4/7 Vampires

Without Setting Fire

by Emerson Whitney       This book is the black of a wide open mouth. There’s no other place to start, really, just agape.   I like this idea of an open mouth, lips at liberty, the reckless brush strokes of a painting, open and possible.   Here’s the opposite, category like a clenched jaw.   An endless portrayal: mirrors, ace bandages, bathrooms, doe … Continue reading Without Setting Fire

Coming Kingdom

by Jer Bryant     “Why do you want to wear those bracelets? They’re hearts. They’re not for boys.” Ms. Davis, a teacher at my elementary school, extends her hand toward my small five-year-old body. I slip off the plastic bangles, gifts from my friend Christie, and drop them on the wrinkled hand before me. Her cheeks, parts of her face that remind me of … Continue reading Coming Kingdom

Diving Into the Wreck: Trans and Anti-Trans Feminism

by Joy Ladin In summer 2000, Emi Koyama’s influential “Transfeminist Manifesto” defined trans feminism as “a movement by and for trans women who view their liberation to be intrinsically linked to the liberation of all women and beyond” (245). For Koyama, and for many trans and non-trans feminists since, trans feminism is a no-brainer, one among many efforts to “broaden” feminism to include “women who … Continue reading Diving Into the Wreck: Trans and Anti-Trans Feminism

Three Poems by Gr Keer

magnificent,   the way one year folds into another the way skin stretches into infinity the way a few bones and some breath fill up this space inside   follicles are follies sprouting trees and your breath is a gale oh laughter   i haven’t seen my thighs in over a week just because i haven’t looked doesn’t mean they aren’t there and what exactly … Continue reading Three Poems by Gr Keer

Anne Gorrick

A Table Filled with Interest   Or a clothing summary of the king Dandy acres untours pronunciation Bracketology, a bracelet made from her teeth Frame moment frame Damnation’s prayer for a higher tax bill Contagion and aftershock in a few paintballs more Envy’s minor reflection, brother velvet A bright new room called Boise Jerseylicious, write an autism haiku Her artwork is an argument with corporate … Continue reading Anne Gorrick

Brody Parrish Craig

(in)decent-exposure                 for Ballinger & Arkansas HB1986       picture this the phone’s tied up to my body & yr call yr legislator calls my body legislation territory to exploit explore & skin border to picket   our flesh a fence we can’t kick down & a tension rod keeps building a dark curtain in the photo booth we call the state of Arkansas … Continue reading Brody Parrish Craig

Michael Farrell

Carnage At Dark Towers     The Melbourne Protocol states that tennis and other famous sports stars are welcome guests of wherever they happen to be at any given moment   Nadal stares into the eyes of the sun, but not directly, Mum   The Melbourne Protocol states that tennis and other famous sports stars are welcome guests of wherever they happen to be at … Continue reading Michael Farrell

Tenney Nathanson

from Ghost Snow 2 (Unwinding)     *     Where is Owen (Como)? where’s Baloncé?   where’s the pumpernickel   where is “adults move magnetized to the earth”   where’s Leslie   where is t’otherest guvnor   where’s “all other insects forage at random”   where is David G?   where’s the fucking pumpernickel?   where’s David S who wrote this?   where are … Continue reading Tenney Nathanson

“Wings are being read as they are being spread like thighs:” j/j hastain’s Queer Academies

Review by Petra Kuppers SapphoPunk j/j hastain Spuyten Duyvil 2015 “Wings are being read as they are being spread like thighs. It is possible to read a body without knowing how to read the words that might be used to describe it. Inscribe by presence.”   The prolific j/j hastain writes queered priest’s words, steeped in thick somatic cauls, in sexual winged ecstasies, in a … Continue reading “Wings are being read as they are being spread like thighs:” j/j hastain’s Queer Academies