kp

Joined December 2021

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I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.

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I'm officiating another wedding in September. My dear friend, Alex, is marrying her sweet love, Camille, and I get to give the speech that binds them together in the eyes of the law. I thought I might play with a few ideas here to help me brainstorm and develop the message. I'll skip the boring standard introduction stuff; similarly, I won't include the wrap-up with their commitments and whatnot. Just the goods.
By kp3 days ago in Marriage
something other...
"confusing the self with the other," reads the prompt. "your five minutes to write begin now." a button is pressed. time ticks.
By kp24 days ago in Poets
the babe with the power
grounded in memory, carried by change, soothed by rest;
By kpabout a month ago in Poets
dearest virgil,. Top Story - December 2025. Content Warning.
how are you, my consummate friend? now that we are in the same state again for the first time in years, it feels as though we couldn't be further apart. have you managed to escape your hell? i fear i have only managed to postpone my own.
By kpabout a month ago in Confessions
CUD
chew, swallow, spit, chew: the cycle of life, whether the cow or the cud.
By kpabout a month ago in Poets
i used to hate pink
it carried the cultural baggage of femininity: softness, weakness, frailty. a "girly" color indicating frivolity and unseriousness.
By kp2 months ago in Pride
revealing memory. Runner-Up in Harvest of Memory Challenge. Top Story - November 2025.
my wife started scrapbooking, collecting pictures from before us and since us and from now and from then and then gluing them in a spiral-bound sketchbook to
By kp2 months ago in Poets
a walk in the park
writing is motion. in the strictest sense of this word, it is action of the hands and wrists, but with even a drop of imagination, writing takes on new life and becomes a movement. a movement steeped in meaning, interrogation, or distraction; one that can take on personal, political, and spiritual significance.
By kp2 months ago in Poets
lune,. Top Story - November 2025.
do you remember when i gifted a piece of you to my first love? a small plot by mare serenitatis (i wonder how many might own parts of you now?). the length of that relationship did not measure anywhere near the distance of our love, so we suffered greatly; burning bright, but oh so very brief. we'd look up, knowing wherever we were we looked upon you together, and we could feel each other.
By kp2 months ago in Poets
"no room in the inn"
home never felt so much like home, unless i was home alone in my room, or climbing a tree, or swinging freely to my music in the backyard.
By kp2 months ago in Poets
Simple Gifts
his Father's shoe polish, a mostly unused artifact, was the alpha and omega of His gifts that he actually wanted to keep.
By kp3 months ago in Pride
i don't know how to fix this
a foundation cracked, so we stand on different floors now. a split- level home, in a truer sense of the term. the warped wood where once sat our father's favorite chair, a
By kp3 months ago in Poets