My Mormon Transgender Second Life
Walking the Dog on the Fairway at 9 pm · I. I have never Taken up golf. Life has always Been too full Of other things I love to do already For which there Is no time. Like holding you As I used to When we thought We knew the score, When we left and …
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Ènouement ∞ We cannot touch, But I feel Your starlight voice Traveling In rows Of each choice And strife. I must forgive you, But cannot, where Morning Glories Wake from Tangled vines Unraveling. I can only Thank you For waiting, Waking daily, And saving Our life. ∞ Posted for dVerse Quadrille Monday hosted by De …
The Little Deaths · Once these deaths Did not feel little, But more Like explosions Unpredictable And fickle Fires in the Night of summer Fading quickly To a memory Of what it craves Never finding ground Before it passes Still thirsting Wanting more. · Now it holds me Like the ocean Floating in Arms …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
This is in response to a post by the Amazing Amaya at dVerse who has prompted us to "Bridge the Gap." The task is to start with one quote and then end with another quote from a different source and write a poem that bridges the two gaps. My first quote is from Faulkner, my …
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 …
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