|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
gibbous manI tell you something I haven't told anyone in a long timegibbous man by consolecadet
you say "I'm sry hun"
nothing bad results
I seek mirrors and hope I am reminding myself I am there,
not seeking to hurt
dear god, I don't believe in you
please make my mouth a door and not a cage
coming and goingthis is the first time I've driven a car in three monthscoming and going by consolecadet
this is the first time I've lain face down in the dirt in seven years
I have been all manner of strange places
this house, the strangest of all
if there's a magic number that will make strange places feel like home,
I don't know it
fall poem for ENG-0001-30Hancock Building cuts the last blue haze of morningfall poem for ENG-0001-30 by consolecadet
Cumulus cover, uncover--sun burns off the cool of stone
Oak skitters beneath my feet
Joan and David speak French to each other on the library roof
Her plaid skirts, her smooth calf boots
His gleaming eye and gay pride pin
self madestand contrapposto in the showerself made by consolecadet
free leg busted,
engaged leg calf cut like stone
hot water touching you the way so many have
the way so few have
growing out the hair dye
growing in the sideburns
as though every masculine or feminine trait
makes you more legitimate
origamitoday there was a girl with cutting scarsorigami by lissabug416
delicately folded across her Paper
thin wrists and over soft
if she was a paper creation, she'd be
a slightly tattered swan. because
i want to know her, unfold
her, find out
what lies underneath those
she wants to remove that black mask
from her white,
components of survivalwhen i was a little girlcomponents of survival by KaitForest
i had this notebook
in which i wrote in everynight,
near the brim of
falling off the earth and into
there is something about the
way pages make you feel
once the pen is pressed to it,
the scrapping sound of
hope and extant
making you realise
there is more
that you have not yet
all the while keeping you alive.
laundry daycopper-rusted bucket swinginglaundry day by Sandstar12
from its wire handle with each battering
blast of winter’s breath.
november tears slosh, swirling
around the blemished brim,
teasing gravity with each swing.
the sound of the sea rings in my ear –
enamel-painted echoes –
as i press the conch close to my cheek
until its rough edges draw blood.
still i can hear you, clattering
in the kitchen with pails of warm water
and this week’s sheets draped
over your arms, tangled around your body
like an exotic dress.
your coral-stained lips curve
into a smile.
into a smile that shatters (me).
the shell falls from my fingers
with a yellow-sponge thud
on the damp sand.
and the bucket, hanging
in half-filled abandonment
from its wooden post.
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?