Dear Consequence . I. I always thought you were Something to suffer, An improvised device Answering my every Step, both mutable And sure, Inscrutable, And counting down The years and days Together pounding Our little plans To powder Beneath your Watchful gaze. I would feel you Searching out the issue Of my blood, Who never …
Tag: Transgender poetry
BTT 32.2: HAIR–CUT–NON–TRANSITIONED
This is in response originally 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, …
BTT #66: Micturition
Micturition · There was that time After support group I had to stop at Target and I was Dressed feminine but I wasn’t out and was Just starting to look a Little bit like a girl And I felt good I Had the courage to Be out at the store But then I …
BTT #63: Walking the Dog on the Fairway at 9 pm
Walking the Dog on the Fairway at 9 pm · This poem will soon be available in the publication listed below 🙂 January 2020: Three poems accepted to the annual anthology for Out Loud HSV (which stands for Huntsville, not for Herpes Simplex Virus) "Walking the Dog on the Fairway at 9 pm" "So you …
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BTT #62: ‘Enouement
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 …
BTT # 60: The Little Deaths
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 …
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 …
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 #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 …
