Milk Moon I notice when I get there, the wine is gone. It’s not a sad scene but I almost cry upon seeing everyone wrapped in each other’s grace. The light arrives marred but clear, almost elegant. Do you ever get the feeling that something is about to change but you’re unsure of what exactly it is or when exactly it will happen? The ground beneath us is dirt, is hard, wants rain. More and more people arrive, some not even knowing I would be there. Each person, a map of where I’ve been & what I will leave behind.“Travis Tate”
Author: Travis Tate
is a queer, black playwright, poet and performer from Austin, Texas. Their poetry has appeared in Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review, Underblong, Mr. Ma’am, apt, and Cosmonaut Avenue. Their plays include It’s A Travesty! One Night With Jazzie Mercado, MotherWitch, and Queen of The Night. They earned an MFA from the Michener Center for Writers. You can find more about them at travisltate.com