poetry
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excerpts from her journal
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we know too much: god’s greatest strength was answers: but the questions make no sense these days
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Hi everyone,This is a poem I wrote years ago, I started it when I was 25, and it took about two years to finish it. At one point it was 30 pages long, but I condensed it down to about 12. It is about suicide, and one of my suicide attempts, so be forewarned.Vertigo Porch…
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This poem was written over the course of 10 years as I transitioned.Confluence & GriefYour eyes are in / a heavy case, your purse in a light; yet you see how / this world goes.Shakespeare, King Lear 24.As she walks the street like the river of timeshe keeps her hands closedred nails beneath her palms.25.On…
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I’ve been doing some self portraits lately, loosely modeled on the series of self portraits in Jorie Graham’s The End of Beauty. If you haven’t, go read her poem “Self Portrait as the Gesture between them [Adam and Eve]”. It’s much better than my poem, but that’s where the poetic impulse underlying my poem is…
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Hello everyone,I’m back with a different set of poems this time. A few of these poems were published a while ago, but the magazine that published them no longer exists, so I thought I’d send them back out into the world, this time with all their counterparts. I wrote these poems before I transitioned and…
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The soldier’s gangrenous leg hangs off the left side of the cot lesions left through torsion tension these torn threads of muscle rot as all things rot Hrothgar spares no expense on deaththey covers him in cloth, cloves, spices herbs the things they say will heal him he catches clovers for the luck that they…
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i am in my pale bed: not dreaming of anything
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A number of my upcoming and current poems use colored text. For a long time I have been interested in painting; specifically, I am interested in the ways that certain styles of painting preserve the act of creation within them. Those paintings where you can see the brush strokes, the texture of the paint. How…
Schizopoetics 