who are you without your identity? lay down, settle in your bones let your self release above you, a balloon you are disconnected from. you are your body, too, what is left when your soul leaves. feel your body breathing, digesting, slowing, churning, falling apart an inch at a time. she keeps us alive, feedingRead more
Not quite, though I’ve been trying to be more mindful about my social media and computer usage in general. April is for poetry, so I’ve been poeming. Most of my poetry so far has been related to one of my fiction projects and posted on Dreamwidth as a collection and a second, longer piece. IRead more
The most intimidating part of this remains having to find something to say everyday about what I’m doing. I’m anxious about doing this, and about doing it publicly. I already committed though, so I might as well. To start with, here is the short daily prayer I wrote for Mara: Good Earth, be with us MotherRead more
there is incense and honey and wine there is the figure on the altar glass eyes catching the candleflame there is music pounding out the beat while I chant there is a headbutt against my ankles warmth, humming thanks the sense of her in my lap weight on my legs, claws digging casually into myRead more
down sie went into the mountains, into the earth deeper than sie could ever remember going down this far, hir head hurt and sie lost track of where sie began and ended there was so much sie had not remembered and hir Mother would only say that sie had already chosen not to know deepRead more
she knows what it means to drag a body up from the ground, from nothing taking sharp steps on the way care, love, giving, all knives beneath calloused feet and dirt-brown footprints the black crepe is hung up in the corner out of the way of smiling life but always in the corner of yourRead more
the river called me down I didn’t know her name just the voice calling across summer so hot the air stole back everything I drank til it hung on me, a heavy drunk like Josh expecting me to carry him home Sunday morning I collapsed under the weight of the shore I burned the bridgesRead more
The air is thin and chill, the sun hanging low as the last apples of the season. The bonfire crackles to life, redgold flames chasing the last of the daylight to the horizon. via For Those Who’ve Gone | Hail Mara.
Hail and Well-Met, Captain America! Friend and Shield-Brother of the Odinson! Unaging one, and most super of soldiers! I call on you, Puncher of Hitler, in this most dark of hours, when heathen brothers and sisters revel in darkest ignorance. I ask you, oh First among Avengers to grant me your strength in Nazi-punching asRead more
I grew up a plant in the dark, overshadowed and unsure what sunlight was, reaching for it anyway, confused when I found myself with a handful of stardust or moon rocks or broken glass. Not sunlight, as everyone was quick to point out.