Attenuation · Skies burn blue But rest pale Inside my eyes. Tidal foam soaks My feet then Seeps breathless Beneath the sand. My words feel Only the Echo of shapes Tracing my lips. I once gulped Life in draughts Slaking thirsts Unquenchable by Careful measured sips. · - Lona Gynt, February 2019 · This is …
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
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Merril wanted to see our new puppy. Here she is!
BTT #54: Rabbit, Wolf, Blossom, and the Wind.
Rabbit, Wolf, Blossom, and the Wind · Rabbit trembled, Awakening from nothing Into loneliness. Wolf sniffed, "You are many," he breathed, Eyes gleaming. "I am one," she answered "Blossoms are many, Steeped in morning glisten." Blossom quivered Beneath her paw. Wind drifted Back softly Stilling their hunger, Whispering one word... · "Listen." · -Lona Gynt, …
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BTT #53: No One Is Coming.
Hello everyone. I was inspired by Ken's entry of a poetic translation a few months ago, and have been working on translating a poem by Rainer Brambach that I have always loved. Brambach lived in Basel and is a noted Swiss poet, but I have never found this poem in English. I enjoyed reviewing this process with …
BTT #52: Entanglement
Entanglement We gaze out empty to the world and try to see a plan and place and purpose neatly wrapped and packaged up in bundles showing how to be bound up with another, in common orbit mapped. But only the smallest quanta join together at distance, not just rounding out their separate rings. …
BTT #51: Flint River
Flint River · I had once Watched these cold waters With the calm Precision Of one who had decided To Sink beneath them. · Another River is flowing In this bed From that day When promises filled pockets With the weight of stones · Walking now Upon a gray path On the bank, Stones just …
25 days of joy, constraint, & my holiday brain: Day four.
Visit “Ornamental Illness” to catch one of my favorite writers, Chris Fay, fleshing out days of joy in a “holiday brain” series that is wry, ironic, and subtly earnest as well. Chris’ writing is conversational, taut, wry, wickedly funny, and always also seems to end up somewhere inextricably beautiful. Each piece seems to start with an expectation of ennui and effacement, but cannot stay there. He has too much love for the beautiful to sustain a winking pretense of smarm, and you find that the accretion of charm leads you before you are aware of it, to the great satisfaction of the landing. I always get some chuckles and smiles from his work, as well as a sense that the world might be better than what the evidence would otherwise suggest.
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The album art, especially the lyrics, for Goodbye Yellow Brick Road because Grooving Is Fundamental.
In my seven-year old opinion the finest turntable that folded out of a wall was made by NuTone Inc. of Cincinnati, Ohio. Only the truly civilized had turntables that folded out of a paneled wall. The first time I saw a turntable that just sat on a shelf, doing nothing, I was confused.
Strathmore was the eighteenth subdivision built by Levitt & Sons on Long Island. Situated on 677 acres on both sides of Exit 50, Bagatelle Road, in Dix Hills, they built 560 homes on large lots with no sidewalks. To get to the subdivision’s pool, you had to cross over the Long Island Expressway.
Most of my world consisted of one of four colonial-adjacent floor plans: the Endicott, the Fairfield, the Judson ranch, and ours, the five-bedroom Valbrook. Neighbors my parents did not…
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BTT #50: Driving to the Kolob Canyons with Grandfather, 1987.
Driving to the Kolob Canyons with Grandfather, 1987 ∞ He gazed at the Red light emerging Above the rocks As if it were An undiscovered grace, While I watched the Double yellow lines Weave silently beside us. Draperies of sand Billowed and flowed Along the ridge tops, Leaping and then Descending to their rest, In …
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BTT #49: Soap Dispenser – Montgomery – Alabama – 2018
Soap Dispenser - Montgomery - Alabama - 2018 · We’re here because we just want to wash our hands After making waters. As blood whispers out upon the lands · I hear the chains of sons and stolen daughters. Why did God make light After making waters · To place the birth of civil right …
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BTT #48: Come Soft Snows
· · Come Soft Snows · Come Soft Snows. Let fall the hush That renders Ceres Still. Hold fast yet, When hope her Sleeping silence keeps Beneath the whited hill. · -Lona Gynt, January 1984 · All rights reserved for text and pictures to Lona Gynt, November 2018. · Posted for dVerse, Open Link Night …
