|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
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
drink it when you buy itGatorade, warm, reminds me of blooddrink it when you buy it by consolecadet
of oral sex
the salt of human sweat, replaced
by an orange-flavored beverage
a cure?they say Van Gogha cure? by toxic-nebulae
used to eat yellow paint
so that he could get
the happiness inside of him.
especially on nights like this,
I wonder if that would work.
I wonder if the pigment
would seep into my intestines:
would spread through my veins
like an elixir:
would curl and coil and cast
on every angle, every aspect
of my body.
I wonder if endless trials
and retrials of drugs
could be replaced by the
occasional dose of cadmium,
liquid sunshine, intangible dream
I swear I can almost
I wonder if it would do
than make me sick,
curled up on the bathroom floor
and left choking on a life
that I can never have.
on trialI collect every manifestationon trial by toxic-nebulae
of your regard
almost obsessively, hoarding
the evidence, making my love
a crime scene.
There's where the first blood was spilled:
an inside joke was born and you would give me
that secret smile.
I pocketed your hesitancy to end our meetings
as if those inner pangs were palmed notes,
thinking "Does he?"
I stretched yellow tape around
every flicker of your eyes,
every fond movement of your brow—
I guarded my memories against contamination
and hoped against hope
that I could prove this to you.
They make our story difficult
with their contradictory theories.
I pace our scenes, replay conversations,
lay out our timeline.
The longer we let what we know lay
unattended in the weeds
the more obscure this will become;
stand up and speak.
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?