Table of Contents
Love and Tucumcari — Hugh Simmons
Black Clouds — Blue Sunshine
Main Vestibule in Transition — Mina Cousins
the braille of fish scales — Samuel Noringriis
crossroads — Ally Fowler
Intimate With You — Lee Evans
Colouring Pencils — Samuel E. Blackburn
Carpark Kisses — Edel Fitzpatrick
Editor’s Note
The theme of Out is an invitation to reflect on boundaries: those that hold us in, and those we are looking to escape. This issue asks us to explore the space between who we are, who we have been, and who we might become.
Here you can hear voices navigating between intimacy and distance, between freedom and constraint—whether imposed by expectations, internal conflicts, or emotional barriers. In these poems, love, friendship, and even self-understanding are shaped by both closeness and estrangement.
Here nature and the body become symbols of fragility and resilience, and the act of stepping ‘out’ – physically, emotionally, creatively – is vulnerable and courageous. To emerge, to express, to reveal oneself, to connect—these are acts of liberation, but they also expose us to new uncertainties. These poems are vulnerable, raw, searching, tender. They’re laid out for you. Step in. Learn about love, art, life.
— Zara Kassem
Executive Editor
Love and Tucumcari
Hugh Simmons
After a day on the road, we ate
at Chester’s, drove a little more
on Route 66, then made love
at the Roadrunner Lodge Motel.
The next morning
we stopped at a local market
before heading out of town. It was
wonderful
riding in the desert with you.
Thanks, honey, for the lube
and fresh sandwiches.
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Black Clouds
Blue Sunshine
you couldn’t
get it out of
the carpet—
you rejected it for days,
slosh of black, yellows
all over the floor.
you couldn’t
get it out of
the carpet—
parts of you in those
questioning stains:
a becoming.
you just couldn’t
get it out of
the carpet—
when you buried
the click clack of
queen bee’s teeth
under yours, guided her into
lordosis, face pressed flat
to floor, your fingers curling
into her larynx, her
tongue dipping,
desperate, into nylon.
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Main Vestibule in Transition
Mina Cousins
Canvas, stylistic impression /press on me/
Dimensionless, Definition is
Imposed, oil paint spill
Fall through the wall, Trafalgar Cubed³
Come up from the protest, riot outside
Stone melts last under dead suns, you say
I am interactive art /brush past me/
Stage play filmed, flashed photography
Exposition, Exposure progresses
Skin coloured by pain(t), splats-tarred-sprayed
Gripped by your direction, history
I am nothing; that is woven into the curtain call
I eat a colour wheel /swallow my pride/
'Naked, the trans body represents...'
Consumption, Compulsion Curator
In 2085(%) transsexuals make up the nudes
For humors, torn apart by critics
Coward’s theatre da dum tish
Sweet music plays /give me lyres/
No stage directions
Chorus for a whipping girl I craved to be at 4.48am
Spectrum Spectators, Splintered Solitary
Walk out, English Horst Wessel plays across
It happened here in your ending
/endings are fascist/
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the braille of fish scales
Samuel Noringriis
the braille of fish scales
can only be read
out of water,
eyes staring moonward
with lunar canyons etched
behind the pupil.
water quality as frail
as snakeskin–
it’s caught in filters
with broken fins,
bones neglected
searching for escape.
in places where waves
are foreign
with artificial oceans,
the sky seems
more of a home.
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crossroads
Ally Fowler
someone a
climbed bright
into young
the thing
slow fell
cold from
of the
the rickety
attic eaves
and
met god
and
pumped was
full given
of the
damp easy
feathers sin
felt of
pushed quiet
to paralytic
fly indecision
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Intimate With You
Lee Evans
I always wanted to go back in,
but I’ve never had the gumption.
Not just because I’m contrary—
though that's probably one reason.
Out, out, everybody out,
Everybody in everybody’s face!
It’s a secular sin to be inhibited.
Come out, come out, wherever you are!
But if I travel too much, I get homesick.
There’s no place like home, they say.
So really, I want to go back in,
Back before this Big Bang started.
You look askance; but if I were in,
Everybody would come out to see me.
I wouldn’t have to give myself away,
Like Watchtower tracts or political pamphlets.
You’d be knocking at my front door,
Wishing you could be like me.
You see, I’d be so far in,
I’d already be intimate with you.
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Colouring Pencils
Samuel E. Blackburn
You pass some comment
about the sunlight on the loch, and
how you might feed the ducks.
She gives nothing in return.
Why should she care
about your opinions on
ducks and sunshine?
You play with a menu of
soft drinks, burgers and chips.
Try to put it down but
you can’t—
can’t put it down.
You look at the ashtray; a
crystal circle with ‘u’ grooves that
glisten like the loch.
Better not.
Not here.
Not now.
Then—
you remember.
‘I got you something.’
A colouring book (500 pages) and a
box of colouring pencils,
bringing relief from
constipated small talk, and
how tall you felt, how near
vertigo, when you walked
along the water’s edge.
She traps a pencil in
her ball of flesh and
goes to work,
tearing a line of blood
across the page and back.
Left, forward, diagonal, forward. She
throws it down and takes another.
‘Can I help?’ you ask.
‘Yes,’ she says to the page. So,
you take a pencil and
begin to make your
own marks,
colouring the sky with a
tight-knit string of
halfmoons.
You take your time,
allowing her scribbles to
advance upon yours.
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Carpark Kisses
Edel Fitzpatrick
I can kiss her in carparks,
That aren’t too close to home.
I can hold her hand,
As long as we’re alone.
I can lie in her arms,
When nobody else is around.
I can whisper I love you,
And she’ll pretend she hasn't heard a sound.
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Contributors
Zara Kassem | Executive Editor
Zara is a poet, tech nerd and would-be meditator based in the UK. Always looking for new ways to find inspiration herself, she founded @poetry.prompt in 2020 and then created Free the Verse in 2022 with the aim of inspiring and connecting writers from all backgrounds. Zara lives in the South of England with her husband Hassan and their cat, Peanut. You can find her half-baked poetry at zarakassem.com.
Anna Elwin | Art Director
Anna is not a poet, not a tech nerd and hasn’t meditated since 2020. She is a spinster.
Samuel E. Blackburn
Samuel E. Blackburn is a writer of stories and occasionally poetry for both children and adults alike. He lives in Scotland, UK and is currently working towards a degree in English Literature. www.samueleblackburn.com
Mina Cousins
Mina Cousins is a trans femme lesbian amateur poet from England who explores the queerness and the darkness of life through the fantastic and historic and all in-between. She has been published in 'Cringe' and 'Tummy Ache' previously. Instagram: @minacousinspoetry
Lee Evans
Lee Evans lives in Bath, Maine, in retirement from the Maryland State Archives and the Bath YMCA. He writes poetry when the urge to do so becomes irresistible.
Edel Fitzpatrick
Edel is an Irish poet living in London , often dreams of living in a lighthouse.
Ally Fowler
Ally Fowler is a poet from Norwich, England. She is concerned with life, particularly the parts that slip between the cracks.
Samuel Noringriis
Samuel Noringriis is a fledgling writer who has finally worked up the courage to throw some of his poems out into the world. Stemming from the American Midwest, he resides in Copenhagen and loves reading, biking, and sunny spring afternoons spent on a bench in the park.
Hugh Simmons
Hugh Simmons is a social worker who lives in Austin, Texas with his hilarious husband and son. Hugh’s work has been published in The Galway Review, Pinhole Poetry, and elsewhere.
Blue Sunshine
Blue Sunshine is a queer poet and the author of Is It Bad If My Gums Bleed When I Floss? (Curious Corvid Publishing, 2024). Their work explores trauma, queerness, and relationships through the lens of horror and gore.