issue 32 poetry

The moon is gay (AKA Say gay!)

by  Nicole Tallman

Color photo of a blue rusting framed structure of rectangular and triangular lines of white wood for flooring and walls. Left, closed vending window in pink and right one in blue.
Shuttered Snow Cone Stand by Willy Conley

The moon is gay (AKA Say gay!)

It’s June and the moon is looking even gayer tonight. She’s in Gemini—shining her super social waxing crescent moon face. I was born under a crescent moon. Yes, I was also born gay. That really isn’t debatable.

There is no rainbow moon, but there should be. Rainbow Brite would live there, along with her best Twink-friend sprite. They would wake every night, singing: Sunbeams sparkle and shine/

You’ll always be a friend of mine. ‘80s gay kids will remember that theme-song line.

When I told my mother I was gay, she said, But you were a cheerleader! I love that gay movie with Natasha Lyonne. Have you seen it? Watch it tonight, if you haven’t. And then go outside and enjoy the gay moon. Or wait until the next full moon. Maybe you’ll catch a gay moonbow.

Nicole Tallman is the Poetry Ambassador for Miami-Dade County and Poetry Editor for The Blue Mountain Review. She is the author of Something Kindred and Poems for the People, and her next book, FERSACE, is forthcoming in November 2023. Find her on Twitter and Instagram @natallman and at

Willy Conley is a photographer/writer whose work appears in the books Photographic Memories, Plays of Our Own, The World of White Water, Listening Through the Bone, The Deaf Heart, No Walls of Stone, Visual-Gestural Communication, and Deaf World. He is a retired professor of theatre arts at Gallaudet University in D.C.