I am so grateful to Arcturus (published by the Chicago Review of Books) for giving a home to these two poems. The first has one of my favourite titles from the past few years.

CW: One poem makes reference to suicidal ideation and emotionally abusive relationship dynamics.

Read them here.

Did I write a series of manifestos in the voices of my mortal enemies? Why, yes I did. In this case: Insomnia. It was a weird exercise in attempting some kind of imaginative empathy for entities that have made my life miserable. (But also, did a single night of insomnia make me gay? Yes, yes it did.)

The weird little insomnia poem that came out of this has found a perfect home in Rogue Agent and I couldn’t be more pleased. If you are interested in where poetry and bodies meet, check this journal out. It’s always got engaging and visceral work, and this issue is no exception.