|My third DD, not grief, but something like it, suggested by beeinthebottle and featured by neurotype. Thanks so much!|
My second DD was plumbum, suggested by laurotica and featured by thorns.
My fourth DLD was I build, suggested by alapip and featured by xlntwtch.
My third DLD was hypergraphia, received October 4th 2011, suggested by Nichrysalis and featured by thetaoofchaos on December 23rd, 2012. It was also my first DD, featured on January 5th 2012 byBeccalicious.
My second DLD was metamorphic rock n' roll, received on July 25th 2011, suggested by TwilightPoetess and featured by bowie-loon123
My first DLD was thryroidal cartilage, received on May 17th 2011, suggested by alapip and featured by thetaoofchaos
faintly, stronglywake with one hand tingling, numbfaintly, strongly by consolecadet
fallen asleep during sleep
pinioning a bottle of ice water
gives mildest of histamine reactions on the forearm
Red, Green, Blue
return of jelly donut
introduction of sherbet
introduction of instant cold pack
a feeling like endless overnight camp
cognition, re-cognition, not-re-cognitionrecognition but not-recognitioncognition, re-cognition, not-re-cognition by consolecadet
Andrew's face is Daire's, but not Daire's
I walk a street much like a street I have walked before,
but it is not the same one
the moundthe Heights in full sunthe mound by consolecadet
my room a meat locker
the house a heat sink, a car radiator
"If you're with a person long enough, the two of you develop your own secret language
not unlike the wordless vocalizations and touches preverbal infants use to communicate with each other."
the Heights in full sun
Saturn in the house of Scorpio
Tzedakahthere is a boyTzedakah by KaitForest
in my french class who
shivers while holding
the pages of his
telling me that i am pretty.
i let him know that
i don't have any insides
left for charity.
out yonderis it bad i forgot where we left her? somewhere nearout yonder by KaitForest
the south of dakota, riding
the lines of the mississippi
making deposit in the
consuming our faucets until
our glasses are
filled with her
matteri've been 19matter by KaitForest
for two months
and here is what i have concluded:
your body has become the
woman your mother always
boys still don't
unless you're bent over their bed frame
calling them god.
Long time no journal (again).
A lot is going on. I'm in the midst of gender transition, which is going great, and I'm headed off to Tufts in about a week and a half.
One of the biggest things that's going on is that I'm working on a near-future science fiction short story collection. It's called 'Biophone' and I plan to put it out via Amazon CreateSpace some time in the next couple of weeks. All the writing is done, but I'm in the thick of revisions.
I’m looking for volunteers to critique bits of the collection. The bits are all between about 700 and 1500 words, and shouldn’t take more than an hour to read through and leave comments on. You don’t need to be a writer or a poet. The more eyes of varying knowledge and background I can get on this thing, the better it’ll turn out.
Your time is valuable. I’d be super grateful if you could contribute a few minutes of it to my project.
Let me know if you’re interested by emailing me at consolecadet @ gmail . com. If you’re not interested, please consider telling your friends.
I'm more than willing to trade crit for crit.
Now: how are you all doing?