|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
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
agbc, god, othersyour face is hazier nowagbc, god, others by consolecadet
but I carry you in me still
as long as someone remembers
you are not yet dead
sleep of the bentskin small violinsleep of the bent by consolecadet
flash of red hair in closed eye
chipping out a brown bruise
sex poemgive me inward by any other name. (apologies again. my tongue is a broken hinge, loud closing and opening with these over-again footsteps, their nightly moving-through.)sex poem by i-am-a-bridgewalker
give me your body wrung between breath and stone. frictional heat of opposition; leap the synapse from grace to need. (you will apologize again, brutal decadence of forgetting heavy in your tide, but no, but no. your bone-shapes rising in the dark are my only believing.)
these drowned hands. folding war dances from ghost to ghost.
carnivore stainsYOU BECOME HUMAN WHEN YOUR CHEEKScarnivore stains by KaitForest
FLUSH AND YOUR GIGGLES ARE TRAILS
OF INNOCENCE ESCAPING THROUGH YOUR MOUTH.
before that you are a demon.
a purple bruise,
beating and wrinkled creature with eyes
cut into diamond ends that retract the light
placed on it in razor-sharp reflections.
you crawl forth into the world with an aching
squeal that could even make the heavens
bow to their knees,
make your mother bleed
like the first day of Woman.
your nails, nine months grown to fit that
of a clover's lucky leaf, sharpen like nails in the floor-
board, and your mother is a prune in which
her womb is lined with your exit marks.
your nails sweetly trim her bottom-lips
so that you will be the last thing
to break her, the first to make her,
the one to kiss her for
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?