Author: poeaxtry_

  • Intentional Visibility for BPD Community Free Poetry Zine by PoeAxtry

    Intentional Visibility for BPD Community Free Poetry Zine by PoeAxtry

    I am a trans writer creating poetry zines, e-books, and collaborative projects for people living with trauma, emotional dysregulation, mental illness, and for marginalized and minority communities seeking authentic representation and possibly healing.

    My latest zine is free for those living with Borderline Personality Disorder. It’s for people like us and others who are struggling with similar symptoms or facing the same stigmas. I’d like to offer it to you all for free to read if interested. I know sometimes it’s easy to feel like there’s no one else like us. I wouldn’t forgive myself, if I left a zebra to feel like a strange horse.

    However, we don’t even have to be besties. Honestly you do not have to like me. This work is still available to you if it speaks to you.Not all will understand it. That is okay, it is not meant for everyone.

    You can find it here: gumroad & payhip (I am attempting to put it on Etsy with no luck but I’m looking for an alternative to Etsy.)

    Honesty is the only requirement, and karma takes care of the rest. Well karma and my own form of protections. Hey don’t mess with a witchy. It’s like practically asking for it.

    So, if you (or your homie) live with BPD, email me (poeaxtry@gmail.com) and I will send you a discount code you can use at checkout. No questions and no judgment, just say “BPD” in the subject or message.

    I do and will always offer free digital items for reviews. (Honest ones, seriously no hard feelings unless you lie to me.) So, if you don’t have BPD, nor the money to blow on a zine we can do a trade just (email me or dm) and we can form a plan.

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  • HEXON PIRATES™: A Curse for Thieves, A Blessing for the True

    HEXON PIRATES™: A Curse for Thieves, A Blessing for the True

    🧿 HEXON PIRATES™

    and anyone who lies their way into free things without holding up their end.

    This work is protected. Not just by law. Not just by copyright. But by the kind of energy you don’t wanna test.

    If you received any item for review, you agreed to leave a review. If you downloaded it for free, or received it free, you were trusted to honor that gift. If you bought it, you supported a living, breathing creator, and I thank you.

    But if you:

    • Lied to get a free copy and never reviewed it

    • Forwarded it to friends without permission

    • Uploaded it to some free-for-all site

    • Took screenshots or pages and gave them away

    • Tried to “share the love” without sharing the credit

    Then congratulations!!! 🎊 you’ve activated the HEXON PIRATES™ clause.

    You’ve chosen to steal from someone who puts protections into every line. This isn’t just art. This is spellwork. Bloodwork. Boundary.

    You’ve crossed it.

    🕯️ What happens next is not mine to decide. It’s already been decided. 🕯️

    So go ahead. Eat the rich. But don’t come for the little indie poet.

    Not unless you’re ready to feel what gets thrown back.

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  • Queer Artist & Creator Call for Interview Series for LGBTQIA2S+ E-Magazine

    Queer Artist & Creator Call for Interview Series for LGBTQIA2S+ E-Magazine

    I am building a series of interviews and creator features for an LGBTQIA2S+ centered e-magazine. This project is meant to uplift real stories, showcase queer creativity, and offer wisdom, perspective, and truth through your voice and your work. Whether you are an artist, small business owner, band, brand, writer, witch, or activist, this space is for you.

    This is for the queer community.

    This is for the ones who are building something and offering it to others.

    This is for those of us who are human, healing, and trying to exist while creating something meaningful.

    If you are making or sharing something and you identify within the LGBTQIA2S+ umbrella, I want to hear from you.

    You do not have to be well known. You do not need a large following.

    If you are creating something and offering it to others, that is enough.

    Please feel free to DM me at any contact mentioned on the social page or email me at poeaxtry@gmail.com.

    Use the subject line Interview, so I can keep inquiries organized.

    What to Expect

    • Interviews are conducted via email in written form to allow you to speak in your own words, at your own pace. This helps ensure your answers feel personal and genuine, and readers get to read them how you’d say them.

    • All questions will be sent to you in advance.

    • Any question can be skipped, asked to be altered, or asked to be removed and replaced. & I will facilitate a more appropriate replacement or revision.

    • You are never expected to answer anything that makes you uncomfortable.

    • You may ask for edits or clarification at any time.

    • You will have full approval of your final piece before it goes live.

    Optional Inclusions

    Contributors may choose to include any of the following:

    • A short, self-written bio

    • A photo of yourself

    • Links to your work, storefronts, websites, or socials

    • A brief message to readers

    • A personal note on:

    How would being interviewed support your journey and help someone else in the queer community?

    (This answer is optional but helps me decide who and why to choose.

    Please Note:

    Your interview may not appear in the very next issue. Depending on the number of contributors already scheduled, your interview may be held for a future release. You will always be informed of the issue number you are featured in once confirmed. I only contribute 3 pieces guaranteed each month and will post 1-2 interviews each month as allowed.

    If you are unsure whether you are a fit, here is the short version:

    If you are queer and you are creating something this is for you. (18+ in any country)

    This space is not designed for those who are simply queer and existing.

    It is built to uplift queer people who are making, offering, teaching, or building something through their own expression.

    That includes solo artists, underground bands, spiritual guides, handmade shop owners, mutual aid organizers, educators, and anyone who brings their queer identity into the work they offer others. This may even include queer people with positive and uplifting stories of becoming sober, facing incarceration and overcoming the stigma, overcoming another struggle, etc who also use their experiences to help others like them in someway educational or otherwise.

    If this speaks to you, please reach out. I would love to know what you are creating, why it matters, and how your voice can help others feel seen.

    With sincerity,

    Axton

    poeaxtry@gmail.com

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  • The world took you. And They Took Her From Me Too

    The world took you. And They Took Her From Me Too

    It’s been almost four years since my mom died

    Four years this November as always 8 days before my birthday.

    And Wednesday

    I finally got to see her dog again.

    The last living pet my mom had left.

    The last heartbeat in this world that still carried her by choice and not birth.

    The only one who remembered both of us and my sisters.

    The only one left who still held my mom’s scent, her rhythm, her quiet love. The reason it was so easy to decide to bring mom home. Jewel. She was my sibling too.

    I hadn’t seen her since the day we lost my mom

    Not once. She stole mom’s favorite blanket and my mom’s husband stole my ability to see her basically in unity.

    Because a man that knew the dog 3 years and was married to my mom the same wouldn’t let me come around. As if he loved them all the entire time I did.

    And after he died

    My sister took her thankfully.

    Sadly her pos excuse for a ex boyfriend wouldn’t let me come around

    He was abusing my sister. It’s no secret. The public charges aired that out.

    So everything in her world became locked down, closed off, unreachable by his choice

    I was shut out

    While the last piece of my mom grew older and slower without me

    While I sat in that absence

    Hurting

    Helpless

    Then earlier this week I hear she’s sick, and by Wednesday my sister is putting her down. It felt like the next time I turned around. So I went and saw her, my sister was able to secure the vet the next day to by us time.

    One final time and we know that isn’t ever really enough time to say good bye.

    I gave her a big meal from Wendy’s, nuggets, burgers, and ice cream.

    I told her she was good

    I told her I loved her

    I held her. I told her she got to see mom first and I was jealous. I told her about all the pets before her and family she’d get too great. I couldn’t stop telling her that mom would be there soon.

    I know she knew that we were up to something.

    Then today

    My sister took her to the vet

    She was put to sleep

    And cremated

    And now she’s gone too.

    This is grief that burns

    Grief that screams

    Grief that doesn’t just cry over what happened

    But over everything that didn’t

    Everything I never got to do

    All the years I could have been beside her

    All the comfort we could have shared in missing the same person

    The same lap

    The same voice

    I didn’t just lose her

    I was kept from her

    And then I lost her anyway.

    She didn’t just die

    She was taken from me long before today

    And then taken again.

    I’m so fucking tired of things being stolen from me.

    She was more than a dog

    She was the last piece of my mother I could touch that Isn’t a human.

    The last one who knew the way home used to smell.

    The last little soul who got to grieve my mom with me finally returning to her. But I wasn’t ready.

    Rest easy, sweet girl

    I hope you’re curled up with her again.

    I hope you both know I never stopped loving either of you

    Tell her I’m still here

    Still hurting

    Still trying

    Still loving

    I am little lighter knowing mom has jewel. I know she has been watching and waiting for her jewely whoolie to come home across the rainbow bridge the last of her fur kids,

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  • I’m Not an Authority. I Don’t Want to Be.

    I’m Not an Authority. I Don’t Want to Be.

    On what subject(s) are you an authority?

    What does that even mean? “Authority on a subject?” Who decided that’s a thing we should care about? Who benefits from that idea?

    The thoughts I have when you say someone is an authority, make me want to ask… what makes them one? Experience? Is it how many books they’ve read yet, never quite comprehended? Is it how confidently they speak, how loudly they interrupt, how many years they’ve had to convince everyone they know something better than you? Is it the shade of skin they have? Is it their ability to pay for a seat? Is it power, or control? I think maybe it’s just an excuse to gatekeep knowledge and feel superior in rooms that were never built for everyone to feel welcome in the first place.

    I don’t like authority. Not even a little. Especially not the made up, performed, or weaponized kinds. Authority that doesn’t come from lived experience. Is constructed like a stage prop to look impressive while standing on shaky wood foundations. Authority which claimed to shut others down, not to uplift them. The kind that says “I know more, so I matter more.” That’s not truth. That’s ego dressed in stolen robes.

    Please don’t even get me started on authority over identities. That kind of “expertise” is the most violent of all. Like when people claim to be an authority on what trans people are or are not. That’s not education. That’s erasure disguised as credibility. Trump thinks he’s some authority on existence, thinks he can just declare people don’t exist. As if my soul is some policy he can veto. As if his opinion carries more weight than reality. That’s not authority. That’s hate with a microphone, a micropenis, and misplaced confidence.

    No. I don’t consider myself an authority on anything. I don’t want that word. I don’t like it. Most people I’ve seen claiming “authority” use it to stop conversations, not open them. They use it to protect their own opinions, not to welcome understanding. They create a wall then call it wisdom. Yet, get defensive when someone has the nerve to question the bricks.

    And here’s the truth… anyone can teach something. Anyone can learn. Maturity has nothing to do with how many years you’ve lived, how many books you’ve published, or how many letters are next to your name. Maturity is in how you treat people when you disagree with them. Maturity is how open you stay, even when you think you know all. A title doesn’t make you wise. A podium doesn’t make you right. And being loud doesn’t make you truthful. Money doesn’t make you worth more. Only hearing what degree holding people have to say is a form of white superiority.

    If I am in authority over anything, it’s my own story. My own decisions. My own morals. Still, even then, I’m always learning. I mess up. I evolve. But my values? My dedication to justice? That is unwavering. That is rooted. If I have any claim to expertise, it’s in how I love all people. How I protect them. How I advocate for other minorities with everything I have in me.

    My authority if we’re calling it that. Authority isn’t about superiority. It’s about solidarity. It’s about using what I’ve survived and what I’ve built to help level the damn playing field. It’s about tearing down fake pedestals, not trying to climb up them.

    Authority should never be a crown. It should be a torch, passed around freely, so no one stands in the dark alone. So those who are only there because they can pay may watch their ability to matter catch fire. Because the amount of money one has doesn’t make them any more important or worthy of anything, but distrust.

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  • Publishing With Purpose: Uplifting Marginalized Voices with Creative Collabs — by Axton N. O. Mitchell

    Publishing With Purpose: Uplifting Marginalized Voices with Creative Collabs — by Axton N. O. Mitchell

    Current Goals & Future Visions

    🖤📣✊🏽✍🏿🌍

    Right now, I’m just an indie poet, self-publishing, editing, creating, and promoting my own work from the ground up. I’ve only recently started submitting my poetry to outside publications, and I’m already seeing the work pay off. Two LGBTQ+ magazine partnerships are in progress, and I’ve got multiple collections brewing on my own terms.

    But this was never just about me.

    Honestly, if I ever experienced a come-up, would it even be a come-up if I did it alone? If I didn’t reach back and bring others with me? If I didn’t use that platform to spotlight the very people I was once, and still am, standing among? If I didn’t at least try to put them in the same place as I. I mean I can’t make anyone else’s work a hit but, I can at least try to bring anyone who wants to along for the ride.

    The current goal is to build and release themed collections of art and writing created by minority communities, impoverished individuals, and anyone who has been politically or socially silenced. I’m talking about the people who rarely get the spotlight, not because they lack talent, but because the system makes excuses not to see them.

    To pack the punch or add more power and meaning, some collections will also include pieces by true allies. The people who stand firmly with us, even if they are not directly affected. Because sometimes the people on the other side only start listening when the truth comes from someone they view as “like them.” When cis, straight, white people…. No shade but, especially men of average or higher socioeconomic status speak up, other men are more prone to stop and listen. That pause can lead to understanding. And sometimes, that understanding becomes one more changed person, or even the start of what will come to change the person. Allies have a role. Not to speak for us, but to speak with us and to challenge the circles we cannot always safely enter ourselves.

    Each contributor to these projects will have at least one piece included in the final publication, as long as their work aligns with the theme of the project they’re submitting to. In many cases, all of their pieces or many may be featured. The goal is to create a space for minorities to share not to create another loop of submitting their work and then not getting a chance. Art and literature are both things that are not accurately defined by “good or bad” and should be up to each person who has the opportunity to experience the piece. So, no I won’t bother excluding any creator who is in theme and mutually respectful simply because they create art that is not necessarily my taste.

    However, this space does not tolerate bigotry disguised as art or resistance. If it becomes known that a contributor has actively spoken against or harmed any marginalized group, they will not be included. We all have a place. We all belong. But I do not work with people who are not accepting of differences that are not harmful to others. If someone has made appropriate, sincere apologies and shown clear evidence of growth and changed behavior over time, we will reconsider them. But I make no space for underdogs who are just as guilty of stepping on the necks of other oppressed groups to make themselves feel powerful. That’s not resistance. That’s replication of oppression, and it won’t be welcome here.

    After each creator’s final piece a short bio they write themselves will be included, with space for links to their websites, social media, and online stores. This way readers and art lovers can find their favorite contributors. Artists may also opt to remain anonymous, but must let me know in writing if they wish to do so.

    Submissions are open to anyone 18 or older, in any country.

    Because American politics and media don’t exist in a vacuum. Our choices ripple out globally. Pretending they don’t is a privileged stance, and I’m not interested in gatekeeping based on borders. Don’t bother. I won’t be hearing how the world is following the same path Trump is paving against transgender people and yet you somehow don’t see the effect or the cause.

    The Bigger Picture

    This isn’t just a one-off. This is the beginning of something more.

    My long-term goal is to create a full publishing company, one that centers and uplifts the work of marginalized artists, especially those coming from impoverished backgrounds, queer and trans communities, BIPOC artists, disabled creatives, neurodivergent voices, and more.

    A space where we stop handing the mic to cis actors to speak over trans lives. Where we stop letting white actors play all races on screen. Where we stop making queer people audition for lives they’re already living.

    I want to build something that funds and amplifies the real stories of real people. Not inspiration porn. Not watered-down versions. Not token diversity.

    Actual lived experience. Actual voices. Actual art. Here the art or literature degree you hold is the thing that makes you not a fit candidate. When usually it’s used as a substitute paywall. You know, not many people who face poverty get degrees. If they do they have to be lucrative positions. Though situations are and changing if you are a fit and also have a degree I would never want to work against you so please do at least explain how you fit and submit.

    The most important and the least obtainable goal is to offer payment for submissions, paid collab content. I know that you must walk before you run, and I know that offering things for free to read while we grow will boost the ability for the contributors to be heard. However, creating isn’t charity. It’s overdue recognition.

    Call for Core Contributors

    If you’re interested in becoming a core contributing member to these goals, both current and future, please reach out by email or through any of the contact methods listed on my Connection Page.

    Core contributors are not required to submit art or writing to the collaborative projects, though they are welcome to, but instead assist with the behind-the-scenes work. This may include editing, promoting projects, reaching out to other marginalized artists, helping create and plan future collaboration themes, uploading projects to indie storefronts, seeking out new partnerships and visibility opportunities, and helping grow the foundation that will become a fully functional publishing company.

    Expectations and Structure

    Core contribution is voluntary on your part and not automatically guaranteed on mine. Contributors must commit to a few hours each week to the tasks they’ve been approved for. Missed deadlines without prior communication will result in your removal from the contributor list. All work will come with at least one month’s notice. There will be no last-minute surprises. You will always be credited for your work, even if your role is discontinued.

    If you help develop a concept for a collaborative project, that idea may continue to be used by me and the future publishing company, with full credit always given, unless we’ve agreed in writing that it won’t be.

    This is about building something sustainable. Something honest. Something real.

    We grow together. We hold space for each other. We amplify each other’s voices. This is community, not hierarchy. It’s effort, not ego.

    Core contributors are the first to be considered by me when the goal to offer payment for creators is a reality. The eventual need for paid employees will hopefully also be the next step and anyone interested who has contributed previously or currently will be eligible before any new individuals.

    The need to expand and improve may not always be something foreseen and if the company needs to pivot to become a better more successful company we will do so, BUT we will always have the same base core value of creating a space where minorities are listened to, respected, valued, and never spoken for.

    Stay tuned. Stay loud. Stay rooted in what matters.

    Questions? Comments? Concerns? Ready to take the plunge with me? Poeaxtry@gmail.com

    — Axton N. O. Mitchell (@poeaxtry_)

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  • Top Surgery. Featured in Forever With Pride E-Magazine

    Top Surgery. Featured in Forever With Pride E-Magazine

    I know you’ve been patiently waiting to see what I submitted for my second-month feature in

    Forever With Pride E-Magazine 🌈

    And let’s be honest here

    me posting things on time? Rare. Mythical, even. Unless I pre-schedule (which happens once every solar eclipse or blue moon), expect delays. But the good stuff? Worth the wait. Or so they say.

    This month marks my second feature in what will be a year-long creative partnership with Forever With Pride, an incredible UK-based e-magazine that uplifts LGBTQ+ voices from around the world. The magazine is packed with queer art, poetry, interviews, affirmations, and stories that remind us we’re not alone—ever.

    🖤 You can read the full July issue here:

    💌 While you’re there, add your email to the mailing list and get the next issue dropped right in your inbox every month.

    As for this month’s contribution…

    Make sure to flip to page 9 to find my new poem:

    “Top Surgery” – written in June 2025.

    This one’s intimate. Honest. Carved from real memory and reclaimed power.

    It’s about transition, relief, and remembering.

    These kinds of features mean the world to me but, not just because I get to share my words,

    but because trans stories belong in print.

    Trans stories deserve celebration, not just survival.

    And I’m honored to be one voice among many in a publication doing just that.

    Aside from that my core values always go back to simply sharing the voices of minority communities and giving everyone room to be their own voice.

    Let me know what you think, and maybe share it with someone who needs to read it or who would enjoy a queer focused e magazine

    – Axton // @poeaxtry_

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  • “You Make Me Sick” Spoken Word on Trauma, Transition, and Grief

    “You Make Me Sick” Spoken Word on Trauma, Transition, and Grief

    “You make me sick”

    An original poem by : Axton N.O. Mitchell

    @poeaxtry_

    I mean I am thirty three, 

    One would assume it’s about time I get over my chronic case of 

    Teenage angst. 

    I am not even sure if I could 

    Call it that, anymore. 

    Pick your face up off the floor 

    Your oldest so became a man

    And 

    You never had to hold my hand 

    I wasn’t potty training until 9 

    You never had to lie about my 

    Age to hide the statutory 

    Rape

    But

    I would say that I hate you 

    and I do 

    Repeat that pretty frequently

    It’s easier than explaining the

    Nothingness I feel  when it

    Comes to you

     

    I  won’t let anymore of the  

    Daughter you never got to knows

    Tears fall out of your oldest 

    sons eyes

    They aren’t mine to cry. 

    In high school I struggled 

    When the numb feeling would 

    Overcome me 

    And everything. 

    For once I feel nothing, and I don’t

    Want to feel anything. 

    It’s comforting. 

    Back then

    I did not yet discover 

    My brain had the ick 

    And it was you that 

    Made me 

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  • Swimming and Glass Bridges – Nelson’s Ledges, 6/26

    Swimming and Glass Bridges – Nelson’s Ledges, 6/26


    Pine trees and grass line the Ledges state park parking lot

    The Quarry

    We started in the water.
    (I didn’t take photos of this part, sorry)

    It was me, a friend Sky, and her kiddo who was…

    Kicking through warm shallows and soft golden sand.

    Smooth white and orange rocks dotted the floor,

    catching the light just under the surface.

    No sharp edges.

    No stress.

    The quarry had a good energy that day,

    busy, but not too loud.

    Enough people to remind you it’s summer.

    Not so many that it overwhelmed the space we carved out for ourselves.

    The water moved gently,

    not still, not rough, just alive.

    The kind of water that lets you float a while,

    without feeling like you’re drifting too far.

    We swam. Talked. Watched the kid collect small rocks,

    tossing a few like she was skipping secrets across the surface.

    Part of Nelson Kennedy ledges in Northern Ohio
    a white cap mushroom and moss close up

    The Ledges

    Later, we hit the trails at Nelson-Kennedy Ledges.

    Cool air. Tangled roots.

    That kind of Ohio green that wraps itself around you

    until you forget what you were worrying about.

    The Glass Bridge

    We made our way to the glass bridge,

    shiny and clear, cutting across the woods like something from a sci-fi daydream.

    We crossed together,

    her kid holding both our hands,

    The water fall you can see under the glass bridge just from the distance
    I laid my phone on the glass bridge so you could see the ravine and waterfall underneath

    small fingers gripping tight but trusting.

    She looked through the glass, wide-eyed,

    taking in how far the trees fell below us.

    It wasn’t dramatic.

    Just simple, quiet, connected to the Earth around you.

    Nelson Ledges & Quarry Recap

    Sometimes a day doesn’t have to be big to be good.

    Sometimes it’s just

    soft sand, moving water,

    a walk through the trees,

    and being steady enough to offer someone your hand

    when the ground turns to glass.

    Roots and trees at the entrance of the trailhead at Nelson Kennedy Ledges State Park in Northern Ohio

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  • My First Surgery: Top Surgery and My Mother’s Care

    My First Surgery: Top Surgery and My Mother’s Care


    Have you ever had surgery? What for?

    The first surgery I ever had was my double mastectomy aka top surgery, with Dr. Brandon Reynolds in Las Vegas, NV.

    I remember how everything slowed down when I was being pushed into the procedure room. It wasn’t just medical. It wasn’t cosmetic. It was survival. I wasn’t trying to become someone new. I was cutting away what never belonged to begin with. I was unburdening myself of a silence stitched into my chest.

    My mom flew in to take care of me. That part still guts me sometimes. She didn’t hesitate. She came with snacks and soft words, helped me drain tubes, held space when I couldn’t hold anything else. She never made it weird. Never made it feel like I had to explain. She just showed up with love and candy and hugs and steady hands. That kind of care doesn’t leave your bones. I didn’t know it then, but I’d hold that memory close on darker days, especially after losing her.

    That surgery gave me the kind of breath I didn’t know I’d been holding for most of my life. It was the beginning of my real reflection looking back at me. It was painful, messy, healing, and holy. It was mine. The next photos will be me fully healed in 2022 pre- and post-chest tattoo. After that, there will be a 4-day post-op photo. It shows a little swelling, bruising, and bodily fluids. It might not be suitable if you are squeamish.


    Photo collage of post-top surgery transgender man's chest and scars on top below tattoos cover his scars.
    four days post top surgery transgender man. Hematoma present in left of photo (man's right) chest tissue, drain tubes.

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