The Statue of Liberty’s arm is tired. She may have torn her rotator cuff. She still has dual citizenship, wonders if her passport is in order. She imagines lowering her arm, dousing the torch in the harbor, boiling the sea and seething Ellis Island. Friends, look at the person next to you. Put your arm around their shoulder. Help them keep that torch in the air. Tell them you would never turn them in. We’re the resistance now.
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My first full-length poetry book, The Horizontal Poet (Zeitgeist Press, 2011), won a 2012 Lambda Literary Award for Bisexual Nonfiction. My story Mixing Tracks (Gertrude Press, 2009) won the Gertrude Press fiction chapbook award for LGBT writing. My chapbook The Underwater Hospital (Zeitgeist Press, 2006) was voted First Place in the lesbian and bisexual poetry division of the Rainbow Awards. My creative writing has appeared in Scholastic Magazine, Yale Medicine, Bellevue Literary Review, Red Rock Review, The Pedestal Magazine, and elsewhere. My work has been nominated three times for a Pushcart Prize. My short story collection Ghosts and Oceans is looking for a publisher.