Little Window . When I was quite young, I would often lie awake in the top bunk in the basement room I shared with my brother. Sometimes I would switch my pillow down to the where the foot of the bed came up against a window that looked out at ground level into the fields …
Author: Lona Gynt
Hello. My name is Lona Gynt. Welcome to my sparkly dark little world. I am a resident of Second Life where I have been distributing a blog-type-thingy to some of my friends that I have met there. Now I am distributing it to any of my 7 billion other friends who might be interested. My ramblings include thoughts on poetry, art, music, bacon, and other cultural touchstones. I will share some of my own poetry from time to time, but I will never share any of my own bacon. In about half of the early posts I share some of my contemplations and eviscerations on what it is like to be a transgender person who is and also remains a devout latter-day Saint (Mormon), but my point is not to bore you with that all the time. Lona Gynt is a pseudopseudonym, I am keeping my real life identity opaque, but I am not to worried about keeping it secret. I am sick of secrets, I am ok with who I am, and I am sticking to all the other things (Church, family, covenants) that are still also important to me. Okey… enough about me, now lets talk about me
BTT #59.2: So you think you are better than Lady Macbeth?
This is a rerun, first posted in 2019. The pandemic is a killer, and has been so exhausting, but we might need a reminder that the damage we inflict on each other may be the more insoluble problem. . Image is from poster of the 2015 Movie directed by Jason Kurzel, with Marion Cotillard and …
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BTT# 75: Let Go
Let Go . You held me tightly In the morning As breezes Lifted from a Quiet sea. . I counted out The reasons that Circled round And held us there Entwined upon the sand. . I felt them Wrap around me. . The memory Of your skin. The promises I made …
BTT #74: Memory of a park bench on a winter night
Memory of a park bench on a winter night . We may say We seek the light, When in fact it hardly Ever lets us go, Surrounding us in Its patient holds It has us, we children Thinking we feel so Searchingly the need To open, look and see. . But it can Still surprise …
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BTT 38.2: How to Unwrap God’s Gifts on Christmas Morning
How to unwrap God’s Gifts on Christmas Morning ∗ Heal wounds. Soak Earth with sunshine. Breathe hope into sorrows And pace the Long and gentle Unwinding of the clocks. Don’t point and counter Or fence the tides of Wild creation into doctrine. Care for each other, Instead of playing endlessly With the box. ∗ ∗∗∗ …
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BTT #73: Sundial
This picture was hanging in a friend's house. I don't know the artist, and I don't know exactly why I chose it for this poem, but it seemed somehow to fit. Sundial . I have heard that Wherever you go There you are. True perhaps Of place and Footings, But when the Sun moved the …
BTT 44.2: Can a Vampire Help a Transgender Person to Transition?
Rerun for Halloween. 🙂 (queue spooky music....) Question: Can a vampire help a transgender person transition? Best Answer: Hey girls! I know there has been some talk on Reddit and around about using a vampire to transition. This question seems to pop up now and again and at first glance seems in some ways to be …
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BTT 30.2: A Question for Little Things (Ars Poetica)
This is a rerun, first post in 4-18-2020. 🙂 . Paul at dVerse had a prompt last week (April 2018) for Ars Poetica (The Art of Poetry). Well I am new and I am slow so I missed the deadline, but have entered this through Grace’s hosting of an open link night. I am glad to …
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BTT #72: Sympathetic Labor
Sympathetic Labor . I saw the Watery Bag, Crossed with Scarlet Streams In her slender hand. Empty glistening pools, Black and red, Stared back at once Expectant faces. Friends whispered Tender eulogies, But made no mention Of the dead. Rather, It was the rain Which swam from Muddy rivers To the seas That gently laid …
Guest Post: What you did. By Carly Danyel
Picture from: www.psycologytoday.com What you did. . It seems I've been running, running all my life Only slowing occasionally to catch my breath or glimpse the world's beauty Daily I press onward, setting new goals and chasing after new deadlines Moving forward without reflection. . I guess I had never really set time aside for …
