Tiezst “Tie” Taylor (they/them/she/hers) is a Disabled Black femme, lesbian, and non-binary trans person. They see this positionally as indivisible from their work. They are a 2026 Best New Poets and Pushcart nominee, radical educator, artist-activist, poet, storyteller, and the self-proclaimed “Queen of the Duplex Form.” Tie’s work appears or is upcoming in ONLY POEMS, Poetry Online, ANMLY, Shō Poetry Journal, Torch Literary Magazine, and Ballast Journal. Follow Tiezst on Instagram @tiezst.
Every person procuring sex is confronting God’s abandonment: all we want is to cushion the melancholic prick of the ephemeral – the way tits are more reminder than they are taste – before long we must succumb to nature’s unbridled authority. My clients come to me spiritually vacuous and searching for something – anything – to believe in. It is… Read more →
I see God in your crevices and craters: floating o shielding tender life from mercurial ocean waves. Blanket my sanctuary under the neutered sour of slick cream cheese. Yeast has never had a more perfect vessel. Rather than pontificating about empty calories, you are a proponent of HAES. My hedonist, you know better than anyone: there is no health without… Read more →
The pre-summer air has a smell: reminiscent of singed clothes from a basement dryer. If heat has a feel, I cannot sense it today. For now, I am done feeling my mind busy with the truth serum of unadulterated observation removed from the catalyst of change.
After Mahmoud Darwish our names will not dissipate : we will become air your lungs turn you breathless churn you to produce a feral pulp : activate our water spirits whiteness reckoned we create a Final Passage : our future
After Jose Hernandez Diaz After my first psychotic episode, I turned into a common house broom. My long, sturdy handle was made of previously loved wood, and sleeked into a bunch of fastened blonde crunchy yet pliable corn husks. I swept the floors of all my neighbors, gathering up their stories, memories, worries, and hopes, then reduced them into neat… Read more →