Star
Editor’s Letter by claude joven
A Guide to E-Sims for Palestine
The Future is Queer by Cara Morgan
Celestial Teaser by Christian Phillips
Let Us Pray after Anees by Cara Morgan
Chris Reloaded by Christ Grimstad
An Interview with Cara Morgan by Katie
Cerebral Embroidery by Katie Pippel
Emotional Alchemy after Sabrina Benaim by Cara Morgan
Img_7770.jpeg by Bickley Riley
My Favorite Place by Astrid B.
Creative Communities Interviews by claude joven
☆ Dreaming with Kenzy Peach
☆ Building Blanket Forts and Community with Billie Jane
Editor’s Letter
Something we don’t talk about but say a lot is “I Dream of Opal Age.” What does that mean to us, and by extension, to you? Cause actually, it has a whole lot to do with you.
“Opal Age” is a space-time of total liberation, a place where we flourish by becoming an extension of our artistic, creative instinct. An imagined, utopic future “Age” rooted in the vision of community opulence and creating a borderless world by extension.
An Age we were not promised, a future we don’t fear for the next generation. A future different from the one that we are invited to imagine daily, existing apart from the doomed future which locks us in our beds in fear to “rot” blissfully broken. Free from the illusions promised; the predestined destruction of us.
Opal Age is an undeniably queer future, one in which our boundless love and our effervescent will is reflected joyously and unabashedly in our care for one another. A total acceptance of our truths.
In all honesty, Opal Age was created out of the desperation of our spirits to thrive against all odds.
It’s a rebellion against our fated times; an unraveling of time in multitudinous directions. That includes placing our most luminous future against that of the past. We exist in past dreams of the future lying effortlessly at the apex of our todays, and tomorrows.
We were also born in a time of extreme brutality, visible for the world to see from our luminous interconnected portals into the world. And collective pain is an undeniable, throbbing shadow that lies before and behind us. A concurrent unraveling of shadows’ multitudinous direction in which time and our suffering are the biggest judges and teachers.
A time in which “the horrors” as colloquial phrasure speaks multitudes in two meek, beknowing words to our inability to fully feel anything as it appears in our physical and virtual realities.
Recently, I picked up a speech in print by Albert Camus called “Create Dangerously: The Power and Responsibility of the Artist” which both affirmed and confronted the vision of Opal Age. I aim to share this lesson in this letter and throughout the Star edition.
We live in a time where we may wander digitally into distant lands, borderlessly as if by way of dreams, with the tap of our thumb. Upon entering, we are given access to hidden truths formulated to be clandestine to us by common media for decades.
In these distant digital, but very much real lands, there are dreamers like us living nightmares. They are our neighbors, and they are our siblings. Our elders' past, and our futures’ youth. This is where we confront our roots, where our borderless dreams meet the realities of rotten sieged shadows.
“Art created outside of society cuts itself off from its living roots.” (Camus)
And it is in this artistic isolation that our roots begin to truly rot and bear bitter, poisonous fruit. In seeing the bloody truths of settler colonialism in 4K. To say we live in an Opal Age now is a Fable of the Abyss.
It is one of the tools of liberation that we must bear witness to brutal truth and be able to face a tomorrow with free vision of our own, not that of the hopeless, destructive oppressor.
“It is a question of knowing that without freedom, we will accomplish nothing, but will lose, simultaneously, future justice and the beauty of the past. Freedom alone can save humankind from isolation, and isolation in its many forms encourages servitude. But art, because of the inherent freedom that is its very essence, unites wherever tyranny divides. So how could it be surprising that art is the chosen enemy of every kind of oppression? Tyrants know that great works embody a force for emancipation that is only mysterious to those who do not worship art. Every great work of art makes humanity richer and more admirable, and that is its only secret.” (Camus)
Create Dangerously confronts the aversions of reality that the artist for art’s sake faces, and a parallel dilemma of the realist who seeks to liberate, yet confines art with an unknowable reality.
“At the same time, they believe they can create their own reality. However, if distanced from their own society, they will only create formal abstract works, works that might be poignant as experiences, but that lack the fecundity that is characteristic of true art whose mission is to unite… But the lie of the realists, even if they have the courage to recognize the current suffering of humankind, betrays it just as gravely, by using it to glorify the happiness of the future, which cannot be known by anyone, and thus validates all this trickery.” (Camus)
Returning to the concept of Star, we have been given no choice but to find our own north star. Our very own Polaris leads us to a future in which we free each other one by one, by a chain of invisible fate leading us to collective absolution.
The ultimate weapon we have to wield is art. “Art is a revolt against the world in that it encompasses what is fleeting and unfinished.” (Camus) What better way to confront such a daunting reality before us? All of our struggles for liberation are intimately intertwined and beholden to one another and we are more powerful than we have been led to believe.
“Rejoice, indeed, at having witnessed the death of a comfortable, deceitful European and at facing cruel truths. Rejoice as people, because a lie that lasted for a long time has crumbled, and we can now clearly see what is threatening us. And rejoice as artists, awakened from our sleep, so we are forced to face misery, prisons, and bloodshed… We may hope… for smaller flames, a moment of respite, a pause that will allow us to dream again. But perhaps there is no peace for an artist other than the peace found in the heat of combat.” (Camus)
In a recent interview with Al-Jazeera, Motaz Azaiza when asked if his dreams had changed after witnessing the genocide of his people, he solemnly stated:
I lost interest in my dreams. Because everything I see or… Even getting a new camera for me was a dream. To Travel, I don’t care because you have to live a normal life after what I saw. After what I lost. How to enjoy a moment in this life? I wish all my people to live like that, what I see now. So my brain will stay there til Gaza is back to life.
1/30/2024
Let us not rest until we are all able to dream again. For now, may we see the realities before us and act like lives depend on it, because they do daily. We have the enormous but noble task of mending the way we relate to the world and one another by ending brutality by the hands of our governances. Acting boldly and shamelessly as Aquarians are wont to be and in accordance with our most just, profoundly connected dreams of the future. It is our Responsibility and honor as artists to Create and Act Dangerously, for that is where our Power lies.
“When justice exists, in a future still unknown, art will be reborn.” (Camus)
In Perpetual Solidarity and Sacred Connection to One Another,
Claude Joven
- Signed Katie Harrison & Peter Rogers
A Guide to E-Sims for Palestine
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The Future is Queer
by Cara Morgan
they/them
The future is a bell ringing.
It shakes the apathy of the world.
It wakes the wild ones.
The future is a call to action.
The future is Queer.
The future has your name on its roll call.
It wants to make sure you’re there when it happens.
It needs to see you in your seat, ready for
the pop quiz of your becoming.
The future is a teacher, an elder, a guide.
The future is Queer.
The future kisses boys and girls and
everyone in, around, and outside of gender.
It interlocks fingers when it holds your hand.
It asks how you’re doing and cares about the answer.
The future is a friend.
The future is Queer.
The future is a network of mutual aid.
Buy nothing groups.
Bartering with bread and art.
Organized communities trading their skills.
The future funds your healthcare and
fills your belly.
The future is Queer.
The future encourages you to rest when you need it.
It shows you what that looks like.
It holds space for your healing,
helps you through the hard times.
The future cares about your health, your disability,
and your quality of life.
The future is an advocate.
The future is Queer.
The future builds access ramps, gender neutral bathrooms, libraries, sex shops, skate parks, affordable housing, public schools, drag bars, free clinics, harm reduction centers, dispensaries, food pantries,wheelchair repair shops, indie bookstores, art galleries, theaters, racial healing centers, abortion clinics, poetry collectives, support groups, addiction centers, walk-able cities, accessible cities, public transportation, book clubs, craft circles, fabric swaps, local coffee shops, community gardens.
The future wears an N95 to protect you at a protest.
It marches for your rights.
It holds signs:
Bans off our Bodies Love is Love Protect Trans Kids
Black Lives Matter Defend the Sacred
There is no Planet B Land Back Stop the Genocide
Ceasefire Now
The future loves you.
The future is Queer.
The future wears a Pride flag around its shoulders,
a keffiyeh around its head. It holds the whole world in its heart.
When the bell is done ringing, class will begin.
Daughters of the past become shepherds of the future,
shepherds of hope, liberation. Students of time.
The future will call on you to love it into being,
to love yourself into transcendence.
Like us, the future has always been there.
The future is Queer.
Celestial Teaser
by Christian Phillips
he/him
INT. RETRO DINER - NIGHT
ATLAS sits on the inside seat of a booth. Two others join them at the table, Atlas sits across from EMERY and KELLAN. They laugh, joke, and discuss as they barely even touch their food.Other people fill the diner.
KELLAN
I do believe there is life in outer space. Mathematically, there has to be, and if you believe as I do that there is a creator ofthe universe, then how can we be so arrogant to believe he created life here and nowhere else? I mean just ask Atlas, I’m sure they would’ve encountered something, being out there for that long.
Atlas’s face has slowly shifted into a more somber tone. Their time in space was a topic they wished to avoid. Atlas stays silent.
KELLAN CONT.
Or maybe there really is nothing else out there. You never did tell us what happened out there.
ATLAS
I can’t really remember.
EMERY
25 years lost in space and you don’t have a single memory?
ATLAS
I don’t really wanna talk about this anym-
EMERY
Is it that you can’t remember or that you don’t want to remember?
ATLAS
What?
EMERY
You remember what happened Atlas, you just don’t want to. You don’t want to remember what you did.
Atlas turns to look Emery in the face.
ATLAS
What are you talking about?
Reality glitches, Emery disappears but quickly reappears.
EMERY
You don’t want to remember what you did to them. To your crewmates.
Scared and confused, Atlas looks at their other friends, who also experience a glitch in reality. A STRANGE NOISE coming from the diner entrance captures Atlas’s attention. As the noise continues, it becomes Atlas’s sole focus. They stand up and take a step for the door. The double doors slowly open to reveal complete darkness as reality glitches and everyone in the diner vanishes. Fog from the darkness begins to fill the diner. The noise gets louder and Atlas takes a step back. A RETRO ASTRONAUT appears from the darkness and makes its way into the diner.Looking in from the diner window, Atlas and the Retro Astronaut stand directly across from each other.
RETRO ASTRONAUT
You remember.
THE END.
Let Us Pray After anees
by Cara Morgan
they/them
Calling all my witches, pagans, fae folk. All my cynics and optimists. My dreamers and lovers. My traumatized friends. Calling all my queer siblings. My sapphics. My sirens. My believers and my atheists. My star searchers, my crystal bitches. Scientists, philosophers, goddesses, kings:
Let us pray.
O Universe, bringer of chaos and peace, our people are dying. Give us the strength to find hope where
there is none. Let us create the world we long to live in.
Dear Creator, grant us grace. Let our minds be open, our thoughts clear. Let our bodies be agents of change in a world that doesn’t want to.
Dear ground, hold us gently.
Dear Earth, our witness, remind us of the star above the clouds. Be an anchor to our aching. Stop the bombs so we can return to the sound of the birds.
O Universe, O holy Life, end the suffering of the Palestinian people. The Congolese people. The Sudanese people. The Haitian people. The Puerto Rican people. The people of Hawaii. People everywhere scarred by the violence of colonization and oppression. Bring us all home to the life we were meant for. Let us all be loved.
O Gods, if you’re listening, we ask that the world stop ending. Let it begin instead. Turn our fear into action. Our confusion into courage. Let these words cause ripples that turn into waves. Let us ride them to future with a clear sky. Let the stars guide the way.
Amen.
Chris Reloaded
by Chris Grimstad
they/them
An Interview with Cara Morgan
by Katie (she/her)
K: Hi Cara! Thanks for joining me, we love your poetry. Super excited to get to know all about your creative process. So can you tell us about how you started to write poetry?
C: Yeah, I took a creative writing class in high school because that was one of the very few English electives that were around. And that was really when I first started to write.And I was like, I like this. This feels like me. And I got really into Poetry Out Loud. Are you familiar with Poetry Out Loud?
K: It sounds familiar. Could you describe it?
C: So I think it's every April because I think April is National Poetry Month. Students pick a poem to memorize and recite to the class. And then the class will vote on whose was the best to send to the school wide competition. And it goes like all the way up to nationals to the point where the people competing at nationals have to have, I think, five poems and one of them has to be over a certain number of lines. It's very, very specific. But my senior year, I was like: I'm going to get more into it this year. I'm going to really try. And I knew I wanted to do Caged Bird.
K: I love Maya Angelou, I used to read Caged Bird with my students when I taught language arts. How’d this experience inspire you?
C: Oh, yeah. I was passively familiar with it. And I was like, I know it's such a beautiful poem. And that was the first time that I was like, poems can sound cool. But yeah, in high school, and then in college, I majored in English. And I did some more creative writing my second year, a little in like creative nonfiction, and a little bit of fiction as well. But then I got really into slam. I started writing these like long form slam poetry, spoken word pieces, mainly inspired by Neil Hillborn. I'm a Neil Hillborn stan. I have a poster of him. And I have his handwriting tattooed.
K: No way. So you're his number one fan.
C: He came to the University of Maine, and I got to do a workshop with him. And he stopped me in the middle of sharing what I had written and asked me to like repeat a few lines. And he was like, that is just incredible. And I was just like, Oh, that's so cool. Oh my god. But he signed my poster and wrote: Keep being talented, please. And thank you.
So I have talented tattooed right here on my arm in his handwriting. So Neil was really great, he gave me a hug and everything. He could tell how much this meant to me. And he was like, thank you so much for coming out. Like, it was so good to meet you.
K: I love that so much. Would you say he’s your greatest inspiration?
C: I would say if I had to have one answer, Neil Hillborn, definitely check out his videos on button poetry. So OCD, Joey, and definitely The Future.
K: I've never heard of him before. I'm so excited to check out his work.
C: He's amazing. And he's such a cool person. He has a writing circle on Zoom with a discord, like sliding scale. So you pay what you can. He does that every week, with a few breaks in between. He calls them seasons. But he started that in 2020, I think, because he couldn't tour, you know, because everything was locked down.
K: Have you have you attended any of his courses or his zoom meetings before?
C: Yeah. Oh, yeah. Yeah, I was really around for seasons one and two. And then it did start to get a little overwhelming for me, because there are just so many people. But I am still in the Discord community. It's so wonderful and supportive and just full of really great, talented people.
K: Okay, so what themes do you find yourself coming back to with your writing? Are any of them inspired by other pieces that you've read?
C: I think definitely hope. I think really is the one answer. And my view of it has definitely changed over time. And I think I've definitely been informed more by fiction. And especially this book Why Fish Don't Exist by Lulu Miller. This question of why do we continue? Why do we carry on? Like, how? How do we do that? We just do. And definitely stories like Lord of the Rings, I'm very, very connected to Frodo. And also The Hunger Games. Which I know is young adult, but like, it's so good. It's amazing. I love The Hunger Games.
It's so well done. But yeah, definitely a hope. I think recently, I've noticed in talking to folks that it's a really difficult topic for a lot of people. A lot of people feel hopeless, and they don't know how to find hope. So I think me writing about my relationship with how to carry on hopefully might affect other people in the way that these stories and books have affected me.
K: I really liked that you brought up the theme of hope, because I was listening to your last episode on the Sunshine Lounge. I wrote down the last line that you said in a recent episode, because I just really liked it. “The work the world needs is impossible if we get lost in despair.” I think that it like really just packs up that message that you're trying to send with your poetry very nicely into like one statement.
C: You know, I also think that despair is necessary. I think despair is necessary. I think you cannot connect to hope if you don't feel despair. And part of these conversations that I've had with people, somebody was asking, isn't hope just optimism? And I was like, No, I don't think so.
K: Right. I don't think so at all.
C: I think hope is realism. And looking, viewing the world realistically. And because thinking of it as just optimistic, I think trying to only connect with the beautiful things. I think you have to connect with the hard, awful things.And you have to sit with it and you have to feel it and you have to cry a lot.And I think connecting with, you know, both the beautiful and the unbeautiful things is part of why we're here. Maybe I don't think there's really an answer to the question of like, what is the meaning of life? But if I were to assign meaning, I think that I would say we are here to experience fully and deeply.
I think that's also like, ideally, you know, if your needs are met and you are safe and okay and fed. Hope is right now and has been the major theme of my life. And I think I'm at a place now where I can start to share that through my writing.
K: How do you feel like your writing has changed over time? Like within maybe the past year, the past two years, because you mentioned that you're feeling like you're actually able to convey that theme. So what do you think has changed?
C: Honestly, I think assessing my privileges as a person. I used to just write about how I felt. You know, I think that's where a lot of people start. I used to only really write about my experience, the things that I saw, things that happened to me. And now, you know, being aware with a fully formed brain and having the ability, thanks to technology and the internet to actually see the world. I think things happening in the world, history and, you know, current events have definitely changed what I have to say. And now, to me, only writing about the way that I feel and the things that I see doesn't feel as important anymore. And I think I have a duty to the craft of my art to talk about those things.
So I think definitely deconstructing a lot. You know, ableism, transphobia, capitalism, racism, you know, all of these oppressive systems. I definitely do read back through even things that I wrote a few years ago. And I'm just like, this is not important. I don't think it's what I'm meant to say, if that makes sense.
K: So you feel like now your work has a new focus – helping people understand topics that they wouldn't have if they read an article or something to help connect with emotion through poetry.
C: Yeah. And I don't know if I'd say I'm totally there yet. I'm not sure if I would ever feel like it's fully realized, but there's definitely been a shift. Like I can't watch what's happening in Gaza and just like write about my Tuesday. It feels wrong.
K: That being said, what project are you the most proud of?
C: I think I have two answers. Definitely the sunshine lounge. I think that is something that feels really important now for me to do because that started out with me reading previously published poems by established poets. And then I was like, well, what if I get people to submit their own stuff? And so then it became like an exercise for me in synesthesia. I'm really proud of the Sunshine Lounge and I have a lot of fun doing it. Brings me a lot of joy.
K: I was just listening to it and I really enjoy it. And the songs are excellent. There was a couple that I discovered through the sunshine lounge.
C: Yeah, I started it really just for fun. Yeah, because I hit a point where I realized that I only listened to really mainstream music or like I just replayed a lot of stuff that I already knew. And one day I was just like, I am missing so much. So I really wanted to like dive into the underground of Spotify. And there are a few artists I found early on, I played Corook before they went viral and I played Flyana Boss before they went viral.
K: Oh, I love them. I f*cking love Flyana Boss. I love their videos.
C: I’m really proud of the Sunshine Lounge. And for a piece I’m proud of, I'm really excited about my For You Page series. Part four is coming out, so my For You Page series is meant to read like you're scrolling through TikTok. TikTok is a wonderful place to build community. You can really connect with other people who are like you. And there was a focus on, you know, like queer people, fat people, disabled people, people of color, and just like joy. And then it has really turned into, you know, you can be scrolling and you can see like, oh, what a cute dog. And then like two videos down is like a dead kid. And it's just like such a strange experience.
K: Yeah, it's emotionally draining.
C: Yeah. So part four is about Gaza. And it may be the longest thing I've written. I'm very, very proud of it. It really turns the theme of the first few parts into your phone becoming like a portal you enter into. You can bear witness to so many different things. And you know how TikTok has felt so special during this time, because we're able to see things that aren't being shown like anywhere else, really. So it's kind of about that too. But I'm really proud of that piece and that series. I'm really inspired by the internet.
K: I love this concept of structure. And I'm excited about these topics that are coming up in our conversation too, because it really matches the themes that we're using for this edition. So that's very on point. So the last question I have for you, what do you hope to accomplish this year in your writing career?
C: That's such a big question. I think I definitely will continue to come into my voice as a poet, because I think poets are very important. And I want to be the kind of poet that says things. I think I feel I just called to and I think it's important to use my art for activism. Instead of escapism. Because I think, you know, I was really settled into a lot of privilege there to be able to write in that way while living in this world. And as I recognize that and deconstruct it, I think there's a lot more than I could be doing with my work, I think. So I've been writing a lot more about disability and writing about disability in terms of like, saying what I have to say and not being scared of what the response is going to be. I think also being more blunt, in that way too.
I also have this goal to write a manuscript that has a one unifying purpose. Manuscripts I put together thus far are more just like collections of poems that I wrote during like specific times of my life. And I want to write something with a specific goal.
C: So something I'm working on right now is I have this short story called There is a Dead Body Here. It's a horror story. I've gotten into writing horror and it's very fun. Horror is such an interesting genre to like talk about different topics. And it's a horror story where essentially it's about self imposed gaslighting. What happens is a haunted house situation and the house gaslights the main character to death. So I've written it out like in prose and I think I want to write a collection of poems that's like the same story but told in a poetic way. With like different perspectives. Like the perspective from the house. I started working on that and I'm having a lot of fun.
K: That sounds amazing. I would love to see it when you're done. That's really exciting.
C: Oh, definitely it’s something that I'm really proud of. But I just been reading a lot of like really cool poetry collections like Magic with Skin on that are really changing how I see genre. And I want to play with that too.
K: What other work inspires you?
C: I want to talk about “I, the Revolution” and Exercises in Devotion. My peers really inspire me. So definitely, I would say it started with the Maya Angelou poem. Yes, in high school. Like her lyricism and just like her rhythm and repetition. And I just love how her poems sound. And I read this poem that I can't find for the life of me. But it was by Charles Simic in college. And it was about war, I believe. Okay, running from bombs. And I was like, Whoa, poems can say something.
But as I've gotten deeper into poetry, I think I'm most inspired by the people around me writing. So Exercises in Devotion by River E. Styx is a self published chapbook. It's really about love in different ways. So Like love for yourself, queer love. River is trans and disabled.
C: And it was really the first time that I bought a book and was like, I see myself in this. I really see myself in this. I feel like I could have written these things. And then “I, the Revolution” by Valois J. Vera is, here it says on the back, a collection of poems that screams for justice for marginalized people. And poems about disability, justice. And these are just like, if you want to read something that has you like, yeah, yeah, I, yes, I want to be part of this. I am part of this.
These poems are just gorgeous. And also his use of rhythm and the way that these poems like beating like a heart like there's like lifeblood in these pages. And Val, also known as Crip Lyrical, is just such an incredible, incredible poet.
Check out Cara’s work at @caramorganpoet and @sunshineloungefm on IG. Their book, Dear Dieseased Body, is available through BottleCap Press.
Cerebral Embroidery
by Katie Pippel
she/her
Neuro Pace X-Ray
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Emotional Alchemy after Sabrina Benaim
by Cara Morgan
they/them
Fear is the medicine I take upon waking. I swallow it with the rest of my spit. Grind it between my teeth at night. Wrestle it into a smile. Feed it to the beast of my soul. I rise from my grave bed and arrange my body for the day. I confess, my mornings are sweeter without shame. I let the light in. The plant on the table salutes the sun and I stretch my body like I’m growing too. I give my little furry creatures their breakfast. The song of my morning is a chorus of meows and wet mouths. I check the air quality on my weather app. Step outside and listen to the roar of traffic. Pretend it’s the ocean. I draw in fresh breath and remind myself I am alive. In through the nose, out through the mouth. One more. A lengthened exhale. I light a joint and smoke it to the filter. For the pain. For the fear that threatens to bubble back up. I pace the living room, reading poems that make me cry and letting them. The words of Sabrina & Neil & River soothe the beast rising like bile in my throat — who wants to leave this body, this earth. The golden light of midmorning bathes the house in a pleasant glow. I turn on music to match the yellow. Play Sammy Rae & the Friends and sing along. I’ve been wearin’ my hoops/I’ve been wearin’ my big ol’ silver hoops. I fold laundry in a wrist brace. Perform my stretches and exercises after their little diagrams. The thing is, it hasn’t gotten any easier. I cannot correct the posture of my mind. Those myelinated neural highways to alarm. I must hide from my memory today, from the world. Read stories: Frodo and the Ring, the girl on fire and the boy with the bread. Stories that end with a sunset, a smile. I pray for my own ship of deliverance. The Undying Lands. Peace. Another day dies on the horizon. The sky has a way of romanticizing the Tractor Supply across the street. I snap a picture on my phone to send to my friend Connor. The camera doesn’t do the colors justice though, it’s all too green. I send it anyway because the only thing Connor and I share now is the sky. He sends back a picture of his own little furry creatures. His own piece of sky. When my tiny talk machine chirps, it is always someone I love. I am not afraid of my ringtone. I am not afraid they’ll find me. In the evening, I bathe in salt water. My breasts and belly are buoyant. In my bathtub ocean, I am the only creature with a body full of plastic. I post a writing prompt on Discord. Read my friends’ square poems on Instagram. My TikTok for you page is full of discourse on the Supreme Court decisions that take my rights away. My mind is a wishing well that only echoes despair. I stare into the dark. I do not wish to sleep when so many of us are hurting. I do not wish to look away from the burning world. I remember to breathe. Neil says I saw the future, I did, and in it I was alive. I see the future. It’s curb cuts and queers. I see God in the mirror of my phone screen. I see God in the masked faces at the grocery store. I see God and I think man, they’ve got it all wrong. God isn’t dead. She’s you. Want to know a secret? Hope is the monster under my bed who wakes me in the morning. Who hands me my medicine. Who turns fear into love. Hope is the deliverance I seek. The beast in mythroat. It sings.
Glitch
by Nicola de Vera
she/her
I stayed in bed with my eyes closed, indulging in the liminal space between dreams and reality. Once the sunlight hit my face, that was my cue to get going and finally start my day.
But before the Sun beckoned me to wake up, a knock on the door had beaten her to it.
“Hello?”
Startled, I sat bolt upright in bed. That voice. It couldn’t be. Was I still dreaming?
“Stella? You there?” The voice asked.
It’s her. She’s back.
I ran to wash my face, still apprehensive about whether my mind was playing tricks on me. I then sped to the door and opened it, seeing her and her radiant beauty for the first time in a long while.
“Kim,” I said, with a smile I’d never be able to hide.
“Hey stranger. It’s good to see you,” she replied, giving me a big hug.
“Likewise. You have no idea. Did the portal open again?”
“Mm-hmm. How long has it been since the last glitch?”
“Four years.”
“Wow. That long?”
“I’m pretty darn certain.” I gestured to her to come in. “How much time do we have?”
“You know we can’t possibly know that.” She stepped inside and sat on my couch as I shut the door.
“But if this happens enough, maybe we can find patterns.” I followed and sat next to her.
“But it doesn’t. It’s a glitch for a reason.”
I exhaled in resignation. We sat in silence as she looked around my space. I studied her face, curiously unchanged since the last time I saw her. But it’s her hand and a diamond ring that caught my attention.
“You’re married.” A declaration, not a question.
“I am.” She smiled.
“How long now?”
“Two years in about two months.”
“I’m happy for you. Truly. You finally found your match.” That wasn’t a lie. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about myself and my feelings for Kim, I am capable of holding joy and pain at the same time. “Does he treat you well?”
“He does. He’s compassionate and kind and funny…”
“But?”
“There’s no ‘But,’ Stella.”
“There’s always a ‘But.’ Would you have entered that portal and left temporarily if everything were perfect? You know you can stay in your world if there’s a glitch, right?”
Kim pursed her lips and looked away. “Touché. All these years, you still see through me.”
“Kindred spirits, remember? What’s going on?”
Kim stood and started pacing around.
“Nothing. I’m just in my head too much. I have these irrational thoughts about infidelity when there simply is no evidence to support that. My husband has been nothing but faithful. At least, that’s what I tell myself. It’s just… me and my insecurities.”
Husband, I repeated in my head. “But you love him.”
“I do.”
“And he loves you.”
“He does.”
“Then that’s all that matters.”
Kim stopped pacing and turned her attention to me.
“How about you? How’s life been all these years?” Kim asked right before disappearing for a split-second.
I heard that static sound again, the one that has repeatedly haunted me many times over.
“You glitched.”
“Shit.”
“This one’s shorter than I hoped for. We’re never going to get that first two-month glitch from all those years ago, aren’t we? I’m losing you again.”
Kim returned to the couch and held my hand with both of hers. I did not realize my hand had been cold until I felt her warmth.
She looked me in the eye, resolute in her words. “You aren’t losing me. I know we live in two different worlds, but I’ve never felt that our friendship was ever lost. You’re like my secret long-distance friend.”
“More like a ghost.”
“A secret long-distance ghost friend.” Kim teased. “I believe there’s a reason why the glitch keeps taking me back to you.”
The static buzzed from Kim’s body as she faded in and out.
“We’re tethered,” I said. “An invisible thread binding us together through space and time.”
Kim linked her arm with mine and rested her head on my shoulder.
“Do you ever think about how our lives could be different if we belonged in the same world?” She asked.
In the universe’s perfect timing, Kim vanished completely, leaving a hollow space between my bent arm and a lightness on my shoulder. I never got used to the sudden heaviness from the emptiness she left behind.
“Always.”
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by Bickley Riley
she/her
My Favorite Place
by Astrid B.
they/them
My favorite pastime is any time passed at your house.
My little game is locating the silverware drawer.
My pride is knowing where to find the cups, no don't get up, I can make us some tea. When she is out, I am let in.
When they are too tired for chores, I am helping fold laundry.
When he is sick, I make us some soup.
I bring the carrots, the onions, and a treat for later.
You just be there, telling me about your co-workers and petting the dog.
Let me do the dishes, you have had a long day. I have had a long day too, but somehow it is easier to take care of you.
Yes, I can feed the cat,
yes, I can grab your mascara,
yes, I can get you a towel from the second drawer to the right in the island,
yes, I saw your keys, they were on the windowsill at the front door,
yes, I can pass you the scissors,
I know where all of these things are.
I did organize your pantry,
I did scrub the dutch oven,
I did sew the hole in your pillow,
I did make your bed,
I did bake the brownies I brought in my bag,
I know how to do all of those things.
I am delighted to know where you keep your sugar,
I am eager to help you mop the floor.
I am not a guest, I am not a visitor, this is my second home.
Home is where the heart is, and home is also wherever you live
Creative Communities Interview Series
A peak at what’s new in Portland Oregon’s wholesome music scene
by claude joven
he/they
Have you heard what’s coming out of Portland lately? I had the honor of interviewing these two up-and-coming artists out of Portland Oregon’s most wholesome corner of the music scene.
Seeing @billiejane.png and @kenzypeach perform together at the Firkin Tavern was inspiring to say the least and electric with the beautious spirit of community. ✨
Putting yourself out there as a creative is one of our main focuses at Opal Age. What I witnessed in Portland was that a sweet supportive community never hurt the creative process. In fact, it makes it thrive.
These two are a joy and a delight and you should check out their newly released tunes!
Dreaming with Kenzy Peach
she/they
Could introduce yourself to the people of Opal Age?
Absolutely. Hello, Opal Age. My name is Kenzy Peach. My pronouns are she/her, or they/them. I don't really mind either and I make music.
So Opal Age is a queer magazine and The Star Edition represents Aquarius season. I wanted to ask your big three because we pay attention to that kinda thing.
As do I. I have this friend who is queer and isn't into astrology. And they're like, this is what's stopping me from finding a partner. Like straight up.He's like, I think this is the issue. My big three, I'm a Cancer sun, Libra moon, and Leo rising.
I'm lucky because I relate to them.I know not everybody does. I'm such a cancer. I'm so emo. Like many of my favorite musicians are cancers. Like Lana is a cancer.
I think this kind of relates to being a cancer, your new album is called Bric-A-Brac Baby. I was wondering what is your coolest Bric-A-Brac?
My personal favorite, he's gotta be here. Here he is. This is Honey Mustard. So cute, I know. I encountered this company at a craft fair in Atlanta while I was traveling and they make these tiny little ceramic, they call them “worry bears.” And this one, he spoke to me.
He is on the album cover actually. I was speaking with the person who designed that cover and I was like, just make sure Honey Mustard's on it. It's very important to me. I've had honey mustard for a year now and he's kind of like a good luck charm. I take him on like flights and stuff. When I'm traveling, I always take him with me... Honey Mustard is my guy.
Along with the help of honey mustard, how do you get into your creative space? I know personally it's super hard being like, I'm going to make this thing. How do you get over those fears that you may have, or are you a superstar like “I fear nothing.”
I'm constantly oscillating between both extremes... I love creation. Creation has never been hard. I never feel anxious about that, but all of the fears around sharing my work have just plagued me. I have been writing songs since I was probably 19 or 20. And I didn't ever share them until maybe seven years later, it would be such a monumental thing for me to do that. I would have such an emotional hangover from forever. I don't know that I got over that with like one specific thing.
It was very much a slow burn. The thing that helped me most before I had really shared anything, I think was the reminder that I have a responsibility to give something to the world and the universe because it gives so much. I'm kind of spiritual in that I don't really believe in a God figure, but I do believe that I have been given a gift and it would be a shame not to share it. And it's sort of not my job to decide if it's good or not. That's none of my business.
I just made the thing.
I just have to share it.
I just have to make it.
I just have to share it.
And then it will reach whoever it reaches. And the people who hate it will hate it. And that's actually just not my business.
What’s your most luminous dream for your music?
My biggest dream is that it reaches the people who will love it and who it will be meaningful for and who really will see themselves in it. I want it to reach people who will go, Oh my gosh, I am not alone in this feeling. This is not an original experience that I've had. And I feel less crazy because I heard this music or I feel less “too intense” or less “too much” now that I've heard this music or this music has helped me find beauty in all of those things about myself that I don't like, or even just this music is helping me get through a breakup or whatever the hell happens. I just want it to reach people who it will benefit their lives. So whatever level of “success” that is, I want it to get there.
Who is a Kenzy Peach fan?
I would like to know. I'm so curious. I actually really can't wait to find that out. The truth is you actually don't really get to decide. But I think I would say that a Kenzy Peach fans are big hearted weirdos. People who have been frightened by their own desire, however that can be interpreted and anyone who's ever been told that they're too much or not enough.
Kenzy’s Dream
It came to me in a dream. I'm not kidding you! Somebody said to me in the dream, “I'm asking everybody, how do you love the world? How can you pour love back into the world?” And I was like, that's a great question. Then I woke up and was like, shit, that's a really good question. So yeah, I think we should all be asking ourselves what we can give in that way. And certainly the only thing for me is not just music, music is just one of the things, and I'm so excited as my life continues to figure out all the other things that I can do.
Thoughts on the Portland Music Scene
I really credit the people who I've met in the Portland scene with where I'm at right now with music, because I was unendingly insecure. And they made me feel that I was not only actually good, but they were so supportive and kind when they first heard my stuff. They also made me feel like it was okay to fail and you're still welcome here... I know it must not be like that in all sects of the scene. But my corner of the scene and my little community that I found is just unendingly kind and supportive.
How do you pour love into your community? What does community mean to you?
Community to me is a very simple thing that has been complicated so deeply by the world that we live in. It's a natural, innate human thing that we have been torn away from. And I truly do believe that our number one emotional, psychological struggle as a society is lack of community... We have been delivered into this world that would like us to not have community. It behooves all of the capitalist powers for us to not have it. So it's not our fault for being bad at building it because we're up against so much.
I think having communities that you're able to dedicate yourself to in a way that goes beyond yourself is really important. The way that I personally show up for my communities is from a lens of emotional support and also from a lens of I want to say forgiveness is not quite the word, but reconciliation.
You can listen to Kenzy’s Debut Album “Bric-A-Brac Baby” here. Follow Kenzy Peach’s most enchanting artistry on Instagram and TikTok.
Building Blanket Forts & Community with Billie Jane
she/they
So Billie Jane, introduce yourself.
Hello, I'm Billie Jane. My pronouns are she/they. I am a musician in Portland, Oregon, and often a contributor to Opal Age, and I've been friends with Claude since 2020.
Demon year, but we got a few good things, like each other.
And we were just discussing the place we met. The Starbucks that we met has officially shut down, which is fucking great.
I feel like this is such a great moment in our life. It just like finally actually closes the chapter forever.
So when you asked me to do this, I realized the first time we met, I interviewed you and now you interview me.
I thought about that, too, and I thought about how weird that was.
So, I already know the answer, but, Billie, what's your big three?
Oh, Lord. I would need to check with Brigitte to be sure. Brigitte is my girlfriend and Claude's best friend. I am a Gemini Sun. I am a Virgo Moon and a Pisces rising. Brigitte, Pisces rising, right?
Gotta call in the astrology GF. I just figured I'd ask that since we do astrology editions at Opal. I'm going to add that your big three makes a lot of sense...
In general, and as a queer human, what does community mean to you?
I've been thinking about this and I'm going to start with a very blank kind of textbook Webster's dictionary type answer, not that I've looked at that, but for me, community is by my best definition, it's a system of support that one finds themselves in and that a group of people find themselves in that supports to the mutual benefit of all parties. And I've been thinking about how community to me now is very different, but also very similar in how other communities that I have been in in my life are.
I grew up in the church and like that's the whole point of religion, right. Well, unfortunately, there's a point in our day to day of religion of, you know, fundamentalist oppression, but it is still about like system of support for the mutual benefit of all.
And what that translates to for me in Portland is this my my kind of micro-community of the friends that I've made and the family that I have built myself included.
So much of what we do as people, as community members is caring for the needs of ourselves and others. If someone is in a position to give, then that is great. If someone is not in a position to give, but they still have needs that other community members who are in positions to give can meet, and that is still great. That is still community.
I wanted to talk about your music and going inward, how did you get past the first creative wall to start making music?
I have been singing for most of my life. I've been playing guitar since I was 15. I'm 28 now, so that's like 13 years, which is very weird. But for a lot of that time, I either lived in a house where people didn't like loud noises. I lived with a partner who told me that she did not like when I played guitar and sang, which was not a great feeling, and stuck with me for a long time. And I was in a band who did kind of shitty covers. And then I got kicked out of that band two months later.
And so I realized that I wanted to start writing and playing my own music, I think around 2021. Going into New Year's for 2022. And I was like, this is the year this is the year that I write and record an album.
I was listening to my favorite podcast about creation, “I Only Listen to the Mountain Goats” And I just hit a fucking wall. I hit that first big wall of, I don't feel like I know what I'm doing. I don't like anything that I am writing or coming up with.
And 2022 turned into 2023.
I was out on a delivery for work and realized that I needed someone to help create with. So I reached out to Taylor and said, hey, can we make music together? My first year of college, we lived right across the hall from each other and we did a lot of open mic nights together, played a lot of covers, and started doing music together.
We got on a three hour FaceTime call and I showed her some of my pieces and we workshopped the writing and the wording, and I started to get into this line sort of thinking and she showed me some of her things and I was able to help her tweak some of her ideas. And that really just like opened the floodgates.
After that, I wrote the first song that I wrote for the album, called A Song About Hell, which is just this minute long rant. You know, that came from the show Sex Education when the character Maeve is getting an abortion and Otis arrives at the abortion clinic and there's protesters out front. He hangs out with them and they end up going to a shop. And he's trying to find a gift to get well soon for Maeve. And he says, what do you get someone who just got an abortion? And this girl's like sunscreen. She'll need it when she goes to hell.
Honestly, it was it was community that helped me get past that wall. Having someone that I feel I could not only share ideas with, but get really useful feedback from, “hey, this works, this doesn't work. Maybe try this.” And then, I started going open mic night and playing those songs for people and getting reception and putting myself in a environment where I was regularly hearing other people's music. And other people's creations and writing down notes all the time. I have this little black notebook, which also features on one of the songs on the album that I just write in constantly to try to keep the blades sharp.
Are you working on anything new lately?
Yeah, so once I got the album out into the world, it was a good break that I'm still kind of in. I've been playing a lot of Zelda...
I'm actually working on going back through this notebook because it's almost done. I've got maybe, I don't know, 10 pages left of it. Wow, that feels good, maybe 15 pages left of it. And I'm working on going back and seeing the different notes that I have written to see what I've been writing about. And I've noticed a lot of things about disability and chronic illness, and there's always a lot about mental health struggles and anxiety.
Billie on Bones
Honestly, looking back at the notebook has been something that. It's kind of like looking back on video of yourself. When you first see yourself on video and you first hear your own voice and it sounds different to the way that you hear it when it like when the sound goes through your skull, because that's what you hear. You. Bones are weird. They move sound very, very well. But they carry sound so well and I have a laser appointment later today. Oh, hey, also they're a little bit translucent!
What is your most luminous dream for where your music takes you? Who is a Billie Jane fan?
More than anything, what I want to give to people with my music, with my art is I want people to feel seen...
I especially want folks who live in the margins to feel seen, you know, queer folks, trans folks, folks who are non-monogamists, folks who are now or have been in lower socioeconomic brackets or who grew up with struggling parents.
If I can make folks feel seen, then I feel like I've done my job right...
I will say, though, fully, I my my target audience is definitely like the queer and trans community.
Which song inspires you most from Blanket Fort for One?
There’s one that I keep coming back to because it seems to touch a lot of people. The one that inspires me the most personally is the title track. The album is called Blanket Fort for one. The title track is called Blanket Fort Soliloquy. And it’s about five minutes long and I think for me. Is the most vulnerable for where I'm at now. And speaks to my struggles with writing and with anxiety and depression and how that relates to gender identity getting really, really low. But then finding solace in community. It's the one that at this point I play at the end of all of my sets because it's the longest one and it has certainly the most amount of movement to it.
But it also inspires me to keep writing, to keep going, to reach out to community. One of my favorite lyrics I've ever written to this point. Is in this song is,
“shaking legs still work when someone's helping you to stand.”
And that's a piece that I carry with me a lot as a queer person, a trans person, a person who has chronic illness and a musician, an artist. It reminds me to keep reaching out, keep going, keep writing. You know, when I’m in a blanket fort for one wrapped up in a blanket.
You can listen to Billie's Debut Album “Blanket Fort for One” here. Follow Billie for transsexual bard shenanigans and gig updates on Instagram.