Virtual Tip Jar Reading w/ Dev Blair & Friends April 15!

2 for 2 on Virtual Tip Jar Readings! This time we will be having Dev Blair featuring Irie and Michael A. Rosegrant!

A virtual reading with artists and authors of all kinds from the comfort of your own home. Rather than pay a standard admission fee, these readings are free, but we highly encourage donations to our features.
FEATURE: DEV BLAIR w/ Irie and Michael A. Rosegrant
Reading via ZOOM:
Meeting ID: 627 956 722
VENMO: @HoshiNoDev
CASHAPP: $HoshiNoDev
Blending genres and art forms like the blend of Southeastern US cultures that made them, Boston-area poet, playwright, and performer Dev Blair (they/she) aims to take up space with their rhymes-and challenge the culture while doing so. Nashville born, Atlanta raised, Orlando grown, and Boston educated with ancestors in Louisiana, Dev Blair is a queer/trans Creole witch and wordsmith, writing songs as spells and poems as prayers. All of their work (from writing to performance) is in service of her primary artistic goal: to change the culture. Her poetry has been published in the Hoochie Reader (issues 2 and 3) and on Q If you want to keep up with Dev’s work, visit and sign up for The Dev Blur, their monthly curated newsletter.
Irie (she/her/hers) is a Chicago-bred, Boston based poet and performance artist who writes and works likes she’s mad. Sometimes she is. Sometimes that’s a joy, too. She is passionate about making sure these tools return to whom they belong—the youth, the loud, the breakers of chains. Follow her on ig: ireon.jpg or twitter: etubrutee. Be well!
Michael A. Rosegrant (they/them) is a poet descendent of Philippine islands and “American” farmlands. They sing for their ancestors—blood and otherwise—who could not. Their spoken word has been published in The Wave, and shared for orgs/communities including Arts Connect International, BCYF Grove Hall Senior Center, American Repertory Theatre, UMass Boston, and Boston University. Community over everything. Mad love. @michael_arose on IG/Twitter
VENMO: @HoshiNoDev
CASHAPP: $HoshiNoDev
See you all there!

Virtual Tip Jar Reading w/Lexie Bean April 1!

Short Line Review will be hosting its first Virtual Tip Jar Reading with Lexie Bean!

Virtual Tip Jar is a virtual reading with artists and authors of all kinds from the comfort of your own home. Rather than pay a standard admission fee, these readings are free, but we highly encourage donations to our features.


Reading via ZOOM:
Meeting ID: 458 523 603

External Text file:///C:/Users/Dena%20Igusti/Downloads/Virtual%20Tip%20Jar%20Reading%20w_%20Lexie%20Bean%20External%20Text.pdf

VENMO: @Alexandria-Bean

Lexie Bean is a queer and trans multimedia artist from the Midwest whose work revolves around themes of bodies, homes, cyclical violence, and LGBTQIA+ identity. Lexie’s writing has been featured in Teen Vogue, Huffington Post, The Feminist Wire, Ms. Magazine, Bitch Magazine, Them, Logo’s New Now Next, Bust Magazine, Autostraddle, and more. They have also performed, curated, and facilitated around the world. Their most recent anthology, “Written on the Body,” with/for fellow trans and non-binary survivors of sexual abuse and domestic violence was nominated for a 2019 Lambda Literary Award. In May 2020, their debut middle grade novel, “The Ship We Built,” will come out with Dial Books for Young Readers at Penguin Random House.

VENMO: @Alexandria-Bean

Short Line Review is a literary magazine dedicated to celebrating and fostering connections between communities, identities, individuals, and whatever else we navigate in this world.

We are committed to raising the work of marginalized communities, and will prioritize the work, voices, and needs of POC, LGBTQ, femmes, and women.

Beautiful – Lennix

My body is speaking to me

The tongues of my skin

Speak languages that do not reach my mouth.

Whisper sweet nothings, to which I can not reply, the words caught in

Linguistic purgatory

Trying to translate beautiful

a noun, a possessive word


The word is stuck in the spit of man as he yells at me

“Hey beautiful”

The word dies, becomes synonym with his–with plaything

Becomes notes in the orchestra of catcalls that illuminate every city street I have ever walked in.

And yet the tongues of skin, like sirens calling to Odysseus

Urge me to hear them, to learn their dialect, to find the flowers in words

Men turned have into knives

And yet I remind them,

That language is a weapon

Reared against anything feminine, to invalidate it, to hide it, to pretty it up for consumption

And yet, my skin speaks– vehemently of these reclamations

Of taking words weaponized and weaving wildflowers

Of the glory in survival and how to survive we must teach ourselves to speak–

Because the world, the man, thrives on our on fear

To speak,

And so as I lick my wounds,

My skin, she sings my a lullaby

My mouth finds the hidden curves of her words and mimics them

Moves them around the roof my mouth, down into my diaphragm, and lets them rest in

Between my ribcage, where they safe but soft, but strong, but mine


About Lennix: Queer. Trans. I believe that art is the only way to recreate myself authentically.
I am a student at Simmons University and I love pastels.

IG: lorionphotography

(photo provided by Lennix)