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Joined September 2019
Poet wings & wormholes in the wood. A $150 emergency room copay & The Real Housewives of Salt Lake City. Bloody buckteeth & lizard-tongues. Slabs of muscle & slicing the roast. beestung #24 is here! beestungmag.com
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"It’s easy to forget how to be a person. It’s easy to become someone else. I’m watching a man with face tattoos make a dandelion sandwich on my phone." —Kim Göransson beestungmag.com/issue24/two-…
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Fantastic at what cannibal love story is found at Reddit but, there will bean ending at Grandma’s house in 1985. —Travis Hedge Coke’s “Tenpin Buttons” in @beestungmag #NativeAmericanHeritageMonth beestungmag.com/issue15/one-…
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"Did you know it is illegal in some states to collect rain without a permit? I confess, Mr Rain police. In my defense it was raining hard, so hard, all night. What was I supposed to do?"
"It’s easy to forget how to be a person. It’s easy to become someone else. I’m watching a man with face tattoos make a dandelion sandwich on my phone." —Kim Göransson beestungmag.com/issue24/two-…
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"in the blank, I meet void with void where emptiness sits sparsely like a plot of land." —Nnadi Samuel beestungmag.com/issue09/one-…
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"(she/they), till I’m sistered into the belief of genetic transplant, where being boy is only a consciousness, and girl — a verb I do not partake in."
"in the blank, I meet void with void where emptiness sits sparsely like a plot of land." —Nnadi Samuel beestungmag.com/issue09/one-…
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"WAIT. tell me again about SOKO NUCLEAR PROLIFERATION baby tell me the world’s ending when we’re stuck in highschool i want to annotate books in the margins of what it means to love" —arushi (aera) rege beestungmag.com/issue20/one-…
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"elegantly discuss DEMOCRATIC BACKSLIDING & tell the boy you love him right when he looks up the Washington Post. quote “democracy dies in darkness” against the expanse of his skin."
"WAIT. tell me again about SOKO NUCLEAR PROLIFERATION baby tell me the world’s ending when we’re stuck in highschool i want to annotate books in the margins of what it means to love" —arushi (aera) rege beestungmag.com/issue20/one-…
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"wormholes in the wood weaving wandering ways through the rain. a white shopping bag drifts through an azure so pure it might be water, an aeronautic cnidarian like my boyfriend’s dad believes" —endwell beestungmag.com/issue24/one-…
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"making hot tea; gone cold. Copter sounds circle the city, buzzards soaring around the wildebeest, faltering. Stuck on the train for hours as the rain drowns down. yet another beautiful day. Not picking up the phone because I know what it will say..."
"wormholes in the wood weaving wandering ways through the rain. a white shopping bag drifts through an azure so pure it might be water, an aeronautic cnidarian like my boyfriend’s dad believes" —endwell beestungmag.com/issue24/one-…
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"Alternative title: You become a queer elder by accident, not because you are good at living but because you are slow at dying." —Loren Maria Guay beestungmag.com/issue24/one-…
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"When the moon empties out like a packet of sugar and the arapaima is left alone with its own hard skin, hard tongue. Alternative title: When you are alone, you surface within your armor and find it has not protected but drowned you."
"Alternative title: You become a queer elder by accident, not because you are good at living but because you are slow at dying." —Loren Maria Guay beestungmag.com/issue24/one-…
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"I digress, resist autobiography. I once lived w/ no resentments, figs from out front, chilled summer soups. even the bleeding was romantic..." Read S*an D. Henry-Smith in beestung No. 1 beestungmag.com/issue01/two-…
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"...harvest rain soaks the ceiling, weighted in ways unbeknownst to me — this grief can’t possibly be mine alone. still life, life still, collapsing of scenes. it all comes crashing, 730am & the dormant mold spores make known their estate, eat all the wood has to offer."
"I digress, resist autobiography. I once lived w/ no resentments, figs from out front, chilled summer soups. even the bleeding was romantic..." Read S*an D. Henry-Smith in beestung No. 1 beestungmag.com/issue01/two-…
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