Not Ghosts, But Spirits I: art from the women's, queer, trans, & enby communities
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Not Ghosts, But Spirits I - Emily Perkovich
Not Ghosts,
But Spirits
Volume I
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CONTENTS
Silueta – Sophia Isabella Murray
Spell for Cleansing – Sophia Isabella Murray
Oh Mouse, – Angelica Whitehorne
Untitled Works – Irina Tall
Vintage – Elsa Valmidiano
Conception – Elsa Valmidiano
Birth of Lakapati – Elsa Valmidiano
From Mrs. Santos in Lapog to Her Husband in Seattle, 1939 – Elsa Valmidiano
Water Burial – Elsa Valmidiano
Being Non-Binary is Like Multiclassing Across Genders – Beks Freeman
Being Non-Binary is Boxed Like Schrodinger’s Gender – Beks Freeman
Being Non-Binary is Like Being at the Triple Point of Water – Beks Freeman
Being Non-Binary is Like Being the Book in a Book Club – Beks Freeman
Being Non-Binary is Like a Gender Re-Reveal Party – Beks Freeman
Just Sedimentary Solitude – Helen Chen 熙悦
Queer – Pam Lozoff
A response to Tiana Clark’s Poem: My therapist wants to know about my relationship to work – Pam Lozoff
What if this time I stayed – Pam Lozoff
Beloved Body – Pam Lozoff
The Taming of the Hair – Sonia Charales
Dried Storm – Sonia Charales
Malayali Woman – Sonia Charales
Rise and Fall – Sonia Charales
Pink – Cai Quirk
Blue Cords – Cai Quirk
Green and Brown and Gray – Cai Quirk
Rose-colored – Cai Quirk
Kaleidoscope – Cai Quirk
Something metaphorical on the bushes – Kalyani Bindu
What I taught them of my insanity – Kalyani Bindu
Is it something in the air? – Kalyani Bindu
Dear friend – Kalyani Bindu
Private fires – Kalyani Bindu
The Cathedral – Scott Russell
Lux – Laura Beth Johnson
Skyline – Laura Beth Johnson
Virginia P. – Laura Beth Johnson
I Was a Fox – Laura Beth Johnson
Untitled – Lilly Weakley
Untitled – Lilly Weakley
Untitled – Lilly Weakley
Untitled – Lilly Weakley
Untitled – Lilly Weakley
Nightcap for Motherhood – Samantha Tucker
Heatwave – Samantha Tucker
Trimester One – Samantha Tucker
Thatching the Roof of Forever with You – Katherine Leonard
A Graft for Time – Liz Baxmeyer
Birth of the Cyclades – Liz Baxmeyer
The Wild Woman in the Mirror – Nélari Figueroa Torres
Untitled – Alivia Knight
Untitled – Alivia Knight
Ghosting Myself – Shilo Niziolek
Tremulous – Shilo Niziolek
How To Pray – Shilo Niziolek
Playing Telephone – Shilo Niziolek
grooming – Kiera Obbard
ctrl-f – Kiera Obbard
I ask my father why he believes. – Ariana Alvarado
[See, Sister] – Ariana Alvarado
A Poem for Rachel – Ariana Alvarado
Puberty – Ariana Alvarado
The straight line – Jennifer MacKenzie
That’s not your solar plexus – Jennifer MacKenzie
Nawal asks – Jennifer MacKenzie
I didn’t say gay tree and I deleted old
– Jennifer MacKenzie
Decontamination fail – Jennifer MacKenzie
Don’t Envy my Enby – T. Lydia McKinney
Chameleon – T. Lydia McKinney
If you knew me as the wolf – Rye Owen
Forced Femininity – Rye Owen
Fading Memory – Rye Owen
Coat of Many Colors – Rye Owen
Heartsteppe – Ryan Wong
Shifting Seasons – Jodie Oakes
Tell me everything you love about her – Jodie Oakes
I will leave you again – Jodie Oakes
Cerebellum – Kristen Gregg
Wernicke’s Area – Kristen Gregg
12.1.21 – Stacey K. Manos
4.25.22 – Stacey K. Manos
7.11.22 – Stacey K. Manos
Blood Binds – Sarah E. Azizi
We Don’t Win for Losing – Sarah E. Azizi
The Deacon – Esther Mubawa
Peony Pussy – Caitin Smith
Untitled – Caitlin Smith
Catcalling is not a Compliment – Caitlin Smith
Mansplaining – Caitlin Smith
Dandelions – Sarah Blakely
Don’t Come For Me – Sarah Blakely
I Fight Like A Woman – Sarah Blakely
Liminal Spaces – Sarah Blakely
A Woman’s No – Sarah Blakely
Pandora’s casket – Kristiana Reed
Ode to the Hymen – Kristiana Reed
Child bearing – Kristiana Reed
Buried in blood – Kristiana Reed
Saving her from September – Carella Keil
Alice and the Big Bad Wolf – Carella Keil
Dollmaker – Sophie Dickinson
Fields of Gold – Sophie Dickinson
Procrastination – Christina Lynn Lambert
I Can’t Contain – Christina Lynn Lambert
The Night Below – Christina Lynn Lambert
HELHEST (Hel’s Horse) – Jessica Drake-Thomas
Reading in the Bath – Jessica Drake-Thomas
Cold Moon Ritual – Jessica Drake-Thomas
Blood Oath – Jessica Drake-Thomas
The Fan – Alice Jane
Untitled – Mykyta Ryzhykh
Untitled – Mykyta Ryzhykh
Untitled – Mykyta Ryzhykh
Sunday morning flight – Amy Cook
Anna – Sean Paul Connolly
Dead Name – Remi Recchia
First – Remi Recchia
Dressing as a Trans Man in the Early Morning – Remi Recchia
Waking Up from Top Surgery in a Sparse Airbnb Living Room – Remi Recchia
Self-Portrait as Ghost – Remi Recchia
i love my trans body – Cameron Castaldi
Fear – Sally Quon
YMCA Parking Lot – Emmy Weissman
Flux – Eleanore Dykes
Hair on the Back of my Neck – Eleanore Dykes
I Watch the News – Eleanore Dykes
No Prince Charming – Eleanore Dykes
Silicone Expectations – Eleanore Dykes
Peach Colored Glasses – Julia Lomonte
A Simple Mid-Morning Levitation – Stephen Brown
DIY God or Lover – Stephen Brown
Scrub this Man – Stephen Brown
Pretty – Addhaya Anil
Rimmel – Emma Conally-Barklem
the speech – Olivia Rose
airtight – Olivia Rose
i like it like this in your car – Olivia Rose
The Books Have Never Gotten It Right. – Olivia Rose
Nonno’s Shoes – Alysa Levi-D’Ancona
Nocturne Recipe for Rebirth – Alysa Levi-D’Ancona
. I Anymore – Alysa Levi-D’Ancona
Legos and Cinder Blocks – Alysa Levi-D’Ancona
I am from Neptune – Lena Snow
Rainbow Girl – Lena Snow
Neptune’s Maid – Lena Snow
Agnes from Enceladus – Lena Snow
Myth of Myself as Horror Story – Sarah Herrin
Constellation Stories – Sarah Herrin
Warning Signs – Sarah Herrin
Speak to me of my mother, who was she – Jhane
A weight I’ve carried far too long – Jhane
A list of places I must visit alone – Jhane
Elizabeth (*1910) – Annette C. Boehm
Answers to Correspondents (The Girl’s Own, 1886) – Annette C. Boehm
The E. D. liberations – Annette C. Boehm
Wingspan – James Jackson
S C E N E R Y– James Jackson
I’m Tired – Syd M.
Show Yourself – Syd M.
Anger pt. ii – Syd M.
Mental Madness – Syd M.
What Happened in January – Dora Rumbold
Psych Wards in 2020 – Dora Rumbold
The Grand Hotel – Dora Rumbold
Death Of A Star – Dora Rumbold
The Grieving Mother – Liz Yew
Sculptor – Liz Yew
Red – Liz Yew
Dance – TreVaughn Malik Roach-Carter
god doesn't make mistakes, but this chest feels like one. – Robin Williams
Masculinity – Dani Solace
Femininity – Dani Solace
Fluidity – Dani Solace
Fluidity, PT. II – Dani Solace
Commercial Break – Joshua Merchant
Lost Haibun – Joshua Merchant
5:37am – Peggy Bain
That night – Peggy Bain
Domestic Bliss – Maegen McAuliffe O’Leary
Baby Weight – Maegen McAuliffe O’Leary
Royal Jelly – Maegen McAuliffe O’Leary
On Samson
by Regina Spektor – Jennifer Cox
The night the baby screamed for six straight hours, I remembered the time: – Jennifer Cox
La Glaneuse – Jennifer Cox
My Asian Girlhood – Emma Hua
Kathmandu, are we heart-broken? – Aparna Singh
Catcalling – Sofia Iacolare
Dear Friend – Meghan King
A Curse Broken – Meghan King
Religion in the Time of Empty Choices – Tiffiny Rose Allen
Haircut – Megan Alyse
I’ll Admit – Megan Alyse
For Every Action – Megan Alyse
Pressed against this smart glass – Valyntina Grenier
An Oh Well Star – Valyntina Grenier
Valediction forbidding treason – Valyntina Grenier
Leaning Like Us Between Our Brain and Deities – Valyntina Grenier
Aphrodite – Ananiah J
Peonies – Ananiah J
I, Woman – Katelyn Hammack
The birds and the bees – Yelly O’Farrell
Song of the Sinful Siren – Yelly O’Farrell
Check Ins – Yelly O’Farrell
Coming Out Burger – Milly Aburrow
Seduce Me – Milly Aburrow
Gay Nutrition – Milly Aburrow
Moving Like Molasses – Jordan Coen
DADDY – Kristin Garth
My Mourning Clothes – Rachael Lord
Negative Space – Rachael Lord
SCOTUS and Us – Rachael Lord
The Lovers – Kailee Rosen
Angel:Demon – Kailee Rosen
The Sun – Kaileee Rosen
Judgement – Kailee Rosen
Shape-Shifting – Melissa Cannon
A State of Mind – Melissa Cannon
Fig Leaf – Melissa Cannon
Raw – Melissa Cannon
Greer Lankton’s Sewn Dolls – Melissa Cannon
Cherry Tomatoes – Sarah Butkovic
Winged Self – Sarah Butkovic
An Open Letter To Carmela Soprano – Gina Bowen
What the Ravens Heard – Gina Bowen
Mother – Kaitlin Kaiyah Howard
Separation of Wo and Man – Jillian Calahan
An Ode To My Vulva – Jillian Calahan
Maverique – Samar Jade
These Folds (Us) – Merri Andrew
Southern Summer #2 – Keri Withington
I don’t owe you my trauma. – Keri Withington
Ode to Our Bodies – Keri Withington
Teaching Evaluations – Keri Withington
Popular Dictionary for Women – Keri Withington
Side Effects Include… – Chloe Adams
The world is burning and I’m worried about something called strawberry legs – Chloe Adams
Are you there Supreme Court? It’s me, Chloe – Chloe Adams
an ill fitting shoe – Linda M. Crate
it is a sisterhood – Linda M. Crate
ABOUT THE CONTRIBUTORS
OTHER TITLES FROM QUERENCIA
Silueta – Sophia Isabella Murray (she/her)
Look. I evoke in this space the soft edges of my body
The lines of my arms, ribs, legs
Poured in gunpowder
Lined with flowers I forget the name of
And we are inland
In this absence I dare you
What have we been made to leave behind?
The mental load of a woman’s work
The bile sieving through the poison we are fed from birth
Behave. Be a good girl.
And she, mother Luna, moves us and we flow with her
Until we are abandoned, arid, left without her orbit
And sometimes I forget myself.
Metallic salted silhouettes snap
The mechanics of our day breaking down
And like my body in this earth
I have drawn another boundary
and another
and another
Behave.
and another.
Be a good girl.
and another.
And the force of you trying to break us
only serves to set the fuse
In this limn night we feel our own weight
The more heat we have
The more they want to sink us.
Spell for Cleansing – Sophia Isabella Murray (she/her)
wait until the onion skin moon peels itself into shadow. take yourself to water. envelop your body in the darkness and pull your hands over goosebump skin to the depths of the riverbed and gather the silt. carry it to the edge and mould her features in the wet mud, the hooded eyes, aquiline nose and thin-lipped snarl that whispered you were no daughter of hers. gather the dead. build around your mired effigy a circle of nature no more. bring to it the flame you hold in your hands that weighed so much behind your heart. while fire crawls black, amber, yellow, usher in the words you could never say to the face of your mother. spit out the red inked curse. take the brute force of the energy that lived within you since you felt your heart break in two and let it travel to your fingertips. rub them into each palm. let the strength swell until it hurts then release. flatten, ravage, maim her darkness, her grimy, dirty countenance. smother the flames and let lilac smoke swaddle you. let it carry you home
Oh Mouse, – Angelica Whitehorne (she/her)
Oh Mouse, I too, know how it is to hide
behind a wall and try to make no sound—
until I starve so loud, I have to come out.
I too, know how it is to step the step; the light,
heavy step of maybe someone’s dinner.
How I bought a green, humane trap
and forgot about it, and a few days later
saw only the long, still tail—
sometimes we try to be better
and end up worse off for it.
Oh Mouse, oh tiny mother,
fierce scrap of fur, finding your way
along my linoleum floorboards.
How to apologize for my forgetful
nature? Forgetting can be a survival,
can be a death sentence.
I know you think things as big as me can’t grieve,
but
I grieve.
I too, know how it feels to be on the list
of the disposable: termites, rats, roaches, rotten
wooden planks, single use plastics—
women— and from it
a kind of mutual understanding.
La Souris, what helps us exist after
finality and failure is eulogy,
so I will tell you now that
you were a grand, gorgeous patio pet.
Man didn’t deserve you, you mysterious, sexy crevice
bat, cat evader, craftswoman, homemaker, drywall warrior.
The green trap is trashed and I promise every chance I get,
I’ll wish for your kind to fare well. Lift them in my bare palm,
send them forthright into the neighboring field with dignity
and the soft aroma of suburban grass second chances
under their tiny, god-formed heels.
A picture containing text, sign Description automatically generatedA drawing of a bird Description automatically generated with low confidenceUntitled Works – Irina Tall (she/her)
Vintage – Elsa Valmidiano (she/her)
I walk through a vintage store / stumbling across my mother / in old clothes / hanging off racks / her ghost body / slipping / through necklines / short sleeves / and dress hems / the vintage smell / of these yesterday dresses / conjuring / Ronald Reagan / Michael Jackson / Madonna / Prince / and the Cabbage Patch Kids.
I finger the shoulders / resting above wire hangers / imagining her collarbones / feeling my five-year-old body again / the way I used to wrap my arms / around one of her legs at Lucky’s after Sunday Mass / and her Sunday dress / her forcefield between her thirty-eight-year-old body / and my parasitical kindergartener self / lost / in the flow of her body / hiding behind / printed folds of pink stripes / roses / brown doors opening to blue skies.
Craning my neck back / my mother is / God / I have yet to understand / while I must be / her little monster / knowing me / before understanding me / like knowing the shadows / following her skirt / without ever having the need / to look back.
Will I join my mother here one day / my daughter / finding / my ghost body / among the embroidered dresses / scuffed cowboy boots / and snake bracelets / her ghost body / slipping / into mine / slipping / into my daughter / so on and so forth—
Conception – Elsa Valmidiano (she/her)
We are reminded of the possibilities of past children
we surrendered to circumstance and ended their existence
before their lives could even begin.
The morning after we made love, I walked to work
and prayed for the beginning of your existence
as 100 million sperm swam to my egg.
We conceived a week after the mass shooting in Orlando
and three weeks after a judge was much too kind to a Stanford rapist.
A week after your conception
it had been the 100thbirthday
of your revolutionary great-grandfather whose ghost
would hint at your existence by
making his picture frame crash from our shelf
while heralding the bombing of Turkey
and then the bombing of Baghdad.
Days, ordinarily divided into boxes,
suddenly steamrolled into one long newsreel of
Alton Sterling then Philando Castile then 5 Dallas police officers
while I marveled at a positive pregnancy test in my hand
and already knew the world would always
be unrelenting toward you.
I cradled an empty house inside my belly
while another young mother,
Korryn Gaines, cradled her little son, for the last time,
in the home of her slender arms. She who was
handed over to bullets because of our failures
and was brought back to life through
everyone chanting, Say Her Name.
Meanwhile, your existence would be limited
to the eternity of a poppy seed, forever housed
in your solar system where our ancestors swim
among a tidal wave of red cells
until you would face your own quiet disintegration
dissolving like fish eggs and fish eyes
and I cannot save you.
Birth of Lakapati – Elsa Valmidiano (she/her)
Lakapati is a Tagalog trans goddess of farmers and the LGBTQIA community. The languages themselves of the Philippines do not have he or she pronouns, and remain gender neutral, as indicated under the Tagalog word siya, and the Ilocano word isu. *
for PJ
There is a love hidden / but also beauty
as if She could make the whole world jealous
or simply cause world peace—
Her secrets are delicate
enough to make one cry
if one were not so afraid to be
that open to another human being
Beauty behind skin
Beauty / under lipstick / under breasts
(made of bags of rice or close-to flesh)
or something closely—
close—
to being—
being—
As She applies her lipstick
like a cigarette between her fingertips
like a shush / like a whisper
there arises a phoenix
from ashes / from sea foam
where they collide / in peace
as someone to worship love
this funny thing we call sex
while She stands naked / a beauty to behold
my Lakapati
where to laugh
is simply a release
from all the cares
of what this society
has been brainwashed
to believe.
I wish I wish I wish I wish . . .
. . . I could be like that
so the chant goes
I am I am I am . . .
Among so many conflicted
who roam the earth like drones
stuck in their fears of trying to be
that woman
that man
who everyone tries to relate to
it is they who stand alone—
The lovers who love completely
without shame without remorse without fear
breast to breast / lipstick to lipstick
where She feels Herself
feels him
inside her
inside him
they: siya / isu: they
and it is anew I tell you
it is all anew.
*Gancayco, Stephanie (November 20, 2016). Lakapati, Transgender Tagalog Goddess of Fertility & Agriculture [Hella Pinay article]. Retrieved from https://www.hellapinay.com/article/2016/11/20/lakanpati-tagalog-transgender-goddess-of-fertility-agriculture
From Mrs. Santos in Lapog to Her Husband in Seattle, 1939 – Elsa Valmidiano (she/her)
Filipino-American communities in the early twentieth century were predominantly male because young men. i.e. Manongs, had been recruited as laborers. Women could not join them because of American Congressional exclusion acts, thus the formation of bachelor societies
across the country. While few Filipina women were able to migrate, the passage of the American Page Act of 1875, passed by an all white male governing body, had restricted anyone of Asian descent on the pretense of barring lewd and immoral purposes,
where women of Asian descent were erroneously affiliated with prostitution at the time rather than seen as seeking a better life with their husband and family. Decades and decades would then go by, where Filipino husbands eventually remarried in the US. Divorce has never been legal in the Philippines while it was expected that abandoned wives stay chaste and faithful and never remarry even though their husbands overseas had the freedom to do so. Women from the Philippines didn’t emigrate in any significant number until after World War II, when they came as the war brides of Manongs who’d fought for the Americans.
***
you say you’ll be back
you say you’ll bring me to the land of milk and honey
with your fancy job fancy home fancy shoes
when all I want is
you
but I can’t come
you write
I write
you can’t carry me with you
no matter how strong your arms
no matter how much money you have
we do not write of faithfulness
I wonder if you are faithful
fear you are not
know you are not
I wonder if you wonder whether I am
trust I am
and fear I am not
I am Penelope, waiting for Ulysses to return
***
a cruel lover visits my bed
taking the space meant for you
but the space sadly could not wait
it has come to this—
this cruel lover
meets me once a week
while my almond-shaped cicada eyes
rattle your name into his
My mind cycles in wormwood
and this lover cannot even see me
as he whispers my name, moaning
utter delight
and then it is my turn
to change positions—
my elbows, dragonfly wings
pinned under exhibitor glass
and then I must forgive you
& myself
as we spill cruel lovers
into our mixing bowl
I am shutting down until you return
shutting down for thirteen/seventeen/twenty/forty years
and maybe you will wonder if I have lost interest
or changed my mind
What is left after twenty years?
To your parents, you said, Ipatpategka
In my ear, you whispered, Ayayatenka—
this is the wormwood
inside my head
as I stand tonight on our veranda
and the fragrance of kuribétbét blossoms
drowns my lungs.
***
Before bed, I scrub off traces
of his skin
with the bató
of your slough
while across the ocean
your raw skin satisfies itself
Could we blame each other
for starving?
***
Blood drops from my body—
the cleansing process begun
a stream flows out
This space
should be empty
when you return
Water Burial – Elsa Valmidiano (she/her)
This is not the burial she would’ve wanted.
1975 when the Church was against cremations.
Would they condemn her for flushing the toilet?
Would it have been worth it
to scoop her gray mass of a child
and show her doctor his new specimen?
She could not gather up
the red sashes
mingling with water.
She would be given two months maternity leave
but no