Abigail Lilith Ravenheart
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Queer Transfemme Poet (she/her) | Horror Enthusiast | Atheist Hedonist | Kink-positivity Advocate | Quite literally, a dog in the flesh of a woman carved from the flesh of a man | All opinions expressed are solely my own and not reflective of my employer
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I am so incredibly excited to announce my first published work on my real (and legal~) name! Grassroots Literary Magazine selected two of my works for publication, and selected one of them for the Jon Tribble Memorial Award for Poetry.

I am beyond honored and humbled to receive such recognition. 🖤
The cover of Grassroots Literary Magazine, Spring 2025 Edition Pages 14 and 15 of Grassroots Literary Magazine.

Jon Tribble Memorial Award Winner for Poetry

A picture of Abigail Lilith Ravenheart wearing a black beanie and black Gojira t-shirt, taken in a hotel room in Reykjavik.

Abigail Lilith Ravenheart (she/her) is a queer, transfemme poet residing in Carbondale, IL. Her work frequently explores the transgender experience, queer joy and queer rage, polyamory, kink, trauma, and depression. When not writing, she enjoys horror films and novels, the theatre, metal and dance music, a good cocktail, nature walks, attending furcons, and spending time with her partner and their two dogs. She is an advocate for queer representation, kink-positivity, and an all-together stranger and more accepting world.

I Lay Myself to Rest
Abigail Lilith Ravenheart

I lay myself to rest

in light fluorescent; effervescent smile
within the filthy mirror. My shaking hands
still grip the brush; cerulean blue now coats
my tongue. Light-headed rush; the boy is hung.

I lay myself to rest

in acid rain; disdain internalized
springs forth in saline falls. The past dissolves,
no longer spoken; names on gravestones washed
away. Submerging, broken; boy decays.

I lay myself to rest

in sawdust press; duress in forty words
or less. A sentenced death in wax and ink;
defunct, redacted newsroom beats. Adjourned
and empty eyes of pink; the boy deletes.

I lay myself to rest

in adulation; masturbation stokes
a phosphorescent blaze. Entranced as moths
by brilliant lust; the flaming cock from ash
ignites. From boy, to dust, to girl alight.

I lay myself to rest. Page 53 of Grassroots Literary Magazine

Sepia Tone
Abigail Lilith Ravenheart

Imagine life denied before its start.
Consider choice removed and standards set.
A moral code each child may not forget;
divine directives shape a growing heart.

If freedom’s layered taste is found too tart,
and wants too rich a cost, and rarely met,
is every soul at fault if they’re beset
by mundane dread, and lustful thirst for art?

The depth at which my cravings ache inside
exceeds my waning tolerance for pain.
What legacy is left once hopes have died?

A muse of vanity, bereft of pride.
So filled with loss, no path is left for gain.
Always the groomsman, never once the bride.
The back cover of Grassroots Literary Magazine, showing a list of the contributors in this issue, including Abigail Lilith Ravenheart
abigailravenheart.bsky.social
I want to write something with length, but never feel like I have enough to say. I simply find a poem complete before it ever gets to that length.
abigailravenheart.bsky.social
If other poets could chime in on this, I would appreciate it.

How do you write a lengthy poem? I've never completed anything beyond two pages in font size 12, yet I see these incredible, dense works that are near chapter-length.

How do you keep it going? Why not settle for something more concise?
abigailravenheart.bsky.social
Sometimes I feel proud of my work, then other times I read a piece like this and realize I am nothing and nobody.

This is trans angst in a far more elegant and violent form than I am even capable of. This isn't a gut punch, it's a disembowelment. Godsdamn.

www.palettepoetry.com/2025/06/25/a...
A Short History of my Gag Reflex - Palette Poetry
"I’ve been trying to whip sore / wounds into weapons, if only through language; / the tight lisp of my new name,"
www.palettepoetry.com
abigailravenheart.bsky.social
Simple: I don't have enough money.

No country is offering us asylum.I don't work in an in-demand tech field, and so job visas are unlikely. I don't have foreign family. I don't have dual citizenship. I don't work for an international company.

My only option to leave is money, and I don't have it.
sandyernestallen.bsky.social
I'm realizing a grim exercise/prompt may be in this ...

If others want to share, I'm curious:

Why aren't *you* leaving america (yet)?

Asking for trans folks in particular, especially those of us on HRT and/or other very directly threatened in terms of our healthcare ...

Reposts welcomed. Sigh.
sandyernestallen.bsky.social
If i were 22, I'd maybe just bail on america. I'm 38 is the problem and I love my life here. My house, my gardens, my dogs. This is where I built my adult existence ...
abigailravenheart.bsky.social
In all the chaos of current reality, I do have some positive personal news: I've had three different works accepted for publication in the last couple of months! Expected publishing dates are in December and January, so I will announce them formally then. It feels good to see my work resonate.
abigailravenheart.bsky.social
It's unfortunate that the closest big city kink scene to me is so cismale centric. Because in the unfolding apocalypse of transgender life in America, I could use some serious stress relief.

It's such a strange feeling that my transition essentially made me a stranger in that scene.
abigailravenheart.bsky.social
My actual hobbies, I assume. Poetry and kink. I can't imagine being able to look at my socials and just decide what to post.
abigailravenheart.bsky.social
Robin Arble is one of my favorite poets. She has been a huge inspiration to me as I started my journey of sending my poems to publications.

Reading this piece, it cuts me to the bone. This is a bone-chilling peak at someone's reality. I hope you are okay, Robin.

dialogist.org/poetry/2025-...
Poetry, Week 29: Robin Arble — DIALOGIST
Direct Address You sit at your desk, starving, trying to transfer $400 from your savings to your checking account in case the Massachusetts Health Connector refuses to pay for your next 90-day supp...
dialogist.org
abigailravenheart.bsky.social
"Everything is fraught
with terror when one’s life is blessed

by saving."

Sometimes I write my poems as a vessel for a single line. One I feel is so potent is deserves the decorum of a work crafted to celebrate it.

This piece reminds me of that. The line I quoted feels so godsdamn powerful.
abigailravenheart.bsky.social
I was in Iceland the week of the election. I literally wept in the office of their national queer organization @samtokin78.bsky.social as they told me there was nothing they could do.

I'm perfectly happy to get a job as soon as I'm in the country. I don't want free stuff, I just want basic dignity.
abigailravenheart.bsky.social
So when is a country, any country, going to grant us asylum? The federal government wants us eradicated.
erininthemorning.com
1. Republicans are attempting to get the FBI to label trans advocacy as domestic terrorism.

Project 2025's parent org is pushing it.

It would not label all trans people as terrorists, but it would open the door for heavy surveillance and disruption.

Subscribe to support our journalism.
Republicans Push FBI To Designate Trans Advocacy As Violent Extremism. Inside The Project 2025 Organization's Proposal.
On Thursday evening, news emerged that individuals within and outside of Trump administration were pushing to cast trans activists as domestic terrorists. Then, Project 2025 dropped its proposal.
www.erininthemorning.com
abigailravenheart.bsky.social
It's nice to see publications making active efforts to defend the work and artists published by them.
Reposted by Abigail Lilith Ravenheart
leftistlawyer.com
I seriously don't know how to explain to people that it is not in fact a sign of maturity and democracy to peacefully debate whether certain groups of people should be allowed to exist
Reposted by Abigail Lilith Ravenheart
abigailravenheart.bsky.social
Just read this, and it could not have felt more prescient with yesterday's events. Thank you for speaking up about how decorum is used to suppress the marginalized. All this "nobody should be harmed for their opinion" falls incredibly flat when that opinion is "kill trans people in the restroom."
abigailravenheart.bsky.social
Just so nobody is mistaken, the NRA is not supporting trans people or their rights. Their entire statement never once mentions us, and uses language they can backtrack with. I do not care that they reposted a tweet about the "tran ban." They lobbied for the politicians who are attacking us now.
abigailravenheart.bsky.social
Felt this one emerging back into my consciousness today and had to reread it. Gods, it cuts right through my soul. Vivid, almost aggressively so, in its imagery. Unrelenting. Agonizing.

"can you blame him for mistaking a stranger's touch for kindness?"

www.burningword.com/2025/01/come...
Comedown in a Club Bathroom | Burningword Literary Journal
www.burningword.com
abigailravenheart.bsky.social
Today is my 2-year HRT anniversary. I can say that nothing in my life has ever been so worth it or rewarding.

Every up and down is worth it to look I. The mirror and finally, after 36 years, like who is looking back. To see a reflection that actually should be there. To finally just… be myself. 🖤
A photo of Abby. She is sitting on a bench below the canopy of a concession stand at a park. She is wearing a Boof City Skate Shop hat. She is happy. Sincerely, after a whole life of misery before it, happy.
abigailravenheart.bsky.social
Saw that James Dobson died, and I can comfortably say rest in piss bozo, you won't be missed. His "fOcUs On ThE fAmIlY" crap is responsible for traumatizing millions of children, myself included, by convincing parents that any child existing outside his guidelines is bound for an imagined hell.
abigailravenheart.bsky.social
Every time somebody complains about how queer I present, I suddenly find myself using even more of my body when I speak, leaning even heavier into the "gay accent" when I speak, and continually add even queerer pieces to my wardrobe.
leftistlawyer.com
I love being trans and gay and the more they say it's bad to be trans and gay the transer and gayer I will become
abigailravenheart.bsky.social
The world burns to ashes around me and somehow I'm still really enjoying my day to day. That's weird, right?