Gender Noncompliant Poetry & Art

September

Various leaves, pods, lichen, sticks, seeds, pods, and shells glued to a black background framing this poem: September Where are my brisk mornings? The cool breezes and frosty scents? Where are my piles of leaves? My colorful trees and hot chocolates? Instead the air is like soup. A hot, sweltering miasma full of gnats and mosquitoes. I sweat and I steam on my walks. I just want to scream it’s so warm. My autumn, my fall my sweet Septembers of yore. They’ve been stolen. They’ve been subsumed. And what once was glorious, my favorite season of all, is simply unbearable. Simply atrocious.
Moss, sticks, lichen, leaves, seeds, pods, and shells by Mandamoonie
Words by Guy Duke
20″x16″

Original available for sale at Kreative Grounds Cafe, McAllen, TX, until Nov. 15, 2025.

Available as print:
7.5″x8.5″

Purchase print ($15)