· Why Do We Lie? Lying lends Breath to power, Unleashing wolves Sniffing, Rending Any whelp Hefting truth Into the air. · Lying lends Space for love, Delicately tangling In loam Between us, But twisting Spoiling Withering Underneath the sun. · And, Oh yeah, Almost forgot... Sometimes it’s just plain fun. - 😏 Lona Gynt …
BTT #46: From Walls of Silence
From Walls of Silence • A dog lifts its Head in the desert. Decapitated or otherwise Disembodied or maybe Just buried, It seems to rest Upon a curved patch Of something brown Which could be The infant slopings Of a mountain Or a grave or A dune of sand or maybe Just the ephemera Of …
BTT #12.2: Stages of Life
Stages of Life We love to watch the Monarchs when they are young, Inching along the edges of their Milkweed world Devouring their green nursery with a Grim and fervent appetite. We thrill to see them fly When they are grown, Flitting in the edges Of our gardens and Lighting the dark corners of The …
BTT #45: Changeling
Changeling Once, up on a shelf in my sister’s room on a slender stand of silver there was a round and shining mirror. With my sister gone to school and my mother napping in an empty afternoon, I quietly entered the brightness of the room. The white canopied bed with rose covers curved and billowed …
BTT #44: Can a vampire help a transgender person to transition?
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 a good idea. The rumors …
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BTT #4.2. How the Artist Considered the Tulip.
How the Artist considered the Tulip It seems strange, She did not paint The voluptuous velvet shell, Nor did she trace The fimbriated lines Of delicate leaves Weaving in suspended air. Rather, She dared to pierce With her brush Into the very center Of the beautiful creature, Where muddy loam Mixed with sunlight laden rain …
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Ragdoll
Everyone needs to see this poem by Amaya, my long winded ramblings about it in the comments not so much. Ok everybody get ready to go a little limp in love…
I’m a ragdoll, carried by my God
I hear Jesus speak
Speak in a language I do not know
He takes my limp hand in his
Looks at my thumbnail
Addresses the atoms by name
I understand
They are neither male nor female
Like God or colors
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BTT #43: Change of Name
Change of Name · On the day my Name changed It came to me silently In the wind Whispering unseen across Calm waters in the evening. Not etched upon a stone, But wrapped in breathings As it quietly And carefully unfurled. It left my former body Resting on the shore, Leaving me open and Solitary …
BTT #42: Blood
Blood · How do we regard This constant stranger Running always in And through us Bringing gifts As a fountain, quietly, Nourishing but never Wending past edges of the Waking dreams and Visions it only ever Carefully feeds? · Unless... We sometimes see A red round drop Flattened starkly against a Clean white plate When a …
BTT #41: On Transitioning
On Transitioning · When I become Known as I am Don't think I Circle a path That’s neither Slow unfolding nor quick, Neither open nor tightly walled. Rather, I have always Simply been here Whispering, When something is Important to you, You care What it is called. · Lona Gynt, September 2018. · This is …
