Emily Elizabeth Buckley

Writer and Creative

Queer retellings

  • Oscar

    i. Our love dared not speak its name, flowing in hushed whispers like a river through the forest of our hearts; stolen glances over notebooks, newspapers, and sins. We danced around each other in this spinning world, hiding in the twenty-six s           p          a          c          e          s between my you and my first. We waited Continue reading

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  • Wilfred (1893 – 1918)

    This is the Anthem for Doomed Youth whose goodbyes still shine in b          l           a           n          k eyes, too young to have already died. This is the Anthem for Doomed men turning back to our dying, shells and mortar raining down, what is love doing here? This is the Anthem for those who were exposed, Continue reading