[tabby title="Poem"] Walls are slanted, theyTIPThe stepsretractSoYou fall down the helter skelterAnd try to grab onto useless directionsBut there is no gridNo mapNo landmarkTo point toJust spiral walls and dark depths. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Chaelio Thomas is a queer writer...

[tabby title="Poem"] How does time move(swells stretches stationary inflatesddrrrrraaaaaaaaagggggs out -drinkseverydropuntilitrelinquishes itself to the next minute)to the boy who watches the snailawaiting the arrival of the fatherwho will bring him to play catch? He measures it in slimeAs he can't...

[tabby title="Poem"]I want to say what the fxxxWhy are you asking about my insidesOn WhatsappAnd we could be at brunch and you askHow's the car or did I get the results of my scanMaybe you think I'm so scatter brainedOr...

[tabby title="Poem"] The Colonisers wanted everything,and took everything, they stoleyour stories, replaced with their history,their view of you, their lies. They took the land to grow the food of the Gods,a sacred drink of the ritual, made mundane for thehomogenised...

[tabby title="Poem"] You cannot scold me,you cannot rebuke me,nor can I be chided or chidden,sure look,you can only give out to me,for my grammar,and your incorrect—corrections. This foreign tongue is my own.Invasively spread—and re-invaded in return.Reshaped and reinvented,I’ll do it...