Storey Lorelei Campbell | Trans Girl War Songs out now!

My next chapbook Spellcasting: A Grimoire will be released this Summer. I'm contemplating doing a mini book tour of open mics in New England. Got a mic or a space and interested in being a part of it? Reach out!

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I wrote a thing. I'm pretty proud of it.

Read at the Dirty Gerund Poetry Show. For more of my work: https://storeystory.itch.io/trans-girl-war-songs🎷: @mathdad_saxman 🎸: @tastelessjack Lyrics:Ever... How to Forget a Sound - Storey Campbell

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it absolutely is

to be clear this is a post about oj simpson

Can you put me in a terrarium and take care of me for a few weeks

Trainer for my new job at the post office: So we put a red seal on any packages with incomplete address information.

Me [heard "red seal" and immediately added my chips and mult to the score and reactivated all relevant Joker effects]: i think i hauve Covid

Trainer for my new job at the post office: So we put a red seal on any packages with incomplete address information.

Me [heard "red seal" and immediately added my chips and mult to the score and reactivated all relevant Joker effects]: i think i hauve Covid

Read at the Dirty Gerund Poetry Show. For more of my work: https://storeystory.itch.io/trans-girl-war-songs 🎸: @sole.arancio on IG 📷: @RainbowWolfie7 on IG Lyrics: In my pale skin, there is shimmer otherworldly, starlight-speckled and endless. I am only human. My fingers are long and talon-tipped, venom-leaking and flesh-rending. I am only human. Through my veins runs a familiar ichor, leftover from my chrysalis and life-bringing. I am only human. My eyes, numerous and piercing, drift about me, staring, boring holes, spiraling with anxiety I am only human. From my back there sprouts tentacles, long and sucker-laden, reaching, grasping for… something far off, too far now. I am only human. My wings stretch wider than I am tall. From them rains fear and feathers, vengeance and within them there is protection. I am only human. I am only human, though you call me monster. I am only human, No matter what I see in the mirror. I am only human. I will defend those like me. I am only human. Why do you force me to fight? Dirt crawls up my many overlapping legs, connecting me to the Earth and to rot, bark-covered and sap-strewn, I am only human and my roots require nourishment. I Am Only Human - Storey Campbell

I've been uploading video of my performances lately. Here's the latest.

I think that's the one I got by accident

I wrote a short story about the mars rovers. You can read it here:

I wrote a short story about the mars rovers. You can read it here:

i can't be the only one of my friends who sees these

if you see this post kitty

The first Angel emerged from the spirit reactor as it melted down. Though it looked not like any angel depicted in human art, or imagination, or suffering, any who looked upon it knew that this was an Angel, and it brought with it divinity.

tell me where you were born using just one image of food

twitter transphobes are transvestigating the statue of liberty

Now we are just deer
walking on pavement
wondering
where did the forest go?
Where are the trees?

To all the canceled trans women:
I know we didn't mean to salt
this earth, but we
were left no other way 
away from there.

I sought out absolution until I
couldn’t anymore. I searched within
the viscera mess of what remained of me.
I could only begin to find it when I
realized the threat she said I posed 
was never to her. It was always to 
something much, much greater.

to please, let me work this out, see,
those are not privileges afforded to threats.

Whenever I tried to defend myself the 
allegations grew worse, never detailed 
but always all-encompassing, first
manipulation, then abuse, then rape,
I was never given the opportunity
to take the rejection and move on.
I was never given the option to
defend myself, to offer apology,

I tore myself apart for this
mistake of vulnerability.
I ripped myself to shreds,
what did I do wrong?
How could I have done this? 
I threw away the parts of me
that held no answer until I
was throwing myself off bridges,
hoping to see answers in the
rippling of the concrete water below.

It turned out shattering,
isolation red-hot like a brand,
my name an enchantment of destruction,
a warning of danger,
forbidden, burned like a witch,
buried alive and for what?

Barely more than a
child, I had made the
mistake of vulnerability:
“hey, wanna get dinner sometime?”
to just the wrong person
at just the wrong time.

The first time I was
called a threat, I
had just turned 19.

For All the Canceled Trans Women

Trans Girl War Songs by Storey poems of hope in times of crisis. poems of love, lost and thriving. trans girl war songs.

Hey. You. Buy my book.

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