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Tory Dent

Summer 1993

Family Romance

By Tory Dent

Whenever I catch two men kiss, in the streets, or in the movies, I’m filled with so much envy, always wanting to be filled up the way a woman would. […]

Summer 1993

Many Rivers to Cross

By Tory Dent

Many rivers to cross,           but I can’t seem to find my way over. Maybe you wonder why I’m not stronger. Maybe you wonder if I’ve lost and lost badly. Yet […]

Winter 1993

Spared

By Tory Dent

My hair, quotidian, my hair, ululates like a cut peony that only dogs can hear. The ebony handle of my brush black as Snow White’s hair draws strand by strand […]