Saffron from the fringe of the earth
wild saffron that has bent over the sharp edge of earth
all the flowers that cut through the earth,
all, all the flowers are lost;
everything is lost,
everything is crossed with black,
black upon black
and worse than black,
this colourless light.
I heard about this girl once. She was marble white until someone foolishly spilled strawberry wine on her cheeks. Her hair was the color of peach schnapps — gingery, pinkish yellow through a goldfish bowl — and, one time, she stonewalled herself enough that her eyes shriveled from the salt.
I, too, was once stained. It’s my belief we all were.
I spent too many years in captivity to see her; she was long since gone when I got out. Tracing the fingerprint fragments, I followed her into Europe. Together, we jumped borders and barriers, and waltzed across war zones to the tune of torture. One, two, three — the soldiers make another widow. One, two, three — another mother sees her son gunned down.
In Siberia, amidst the sardonic sharpness, the glacial grace, the tracks reversed and I lost her scent like a locket in the snow. I tangoed back to Paris, tragic and in 4/4 time.
In the stained and sooty cabarets, the vodka went down like rum, rum like water, and water like direst self-cruelty. The lights never needed to be on; misery can see itself without a mirror, and drunks don’t give a damn for anyone else. I paid with squalidly sorted coins from the old imperialism, and the barkeep messed up my order out of spite.
In fact, though, I’d been speaking Latin. Took me long enough to notice that, because he’d heard too much before, he wanted nothing of my necromantic nonsense.
ellewoodsinthetardis:
FUNNY QUEER WRITTEN BY ME
Funny….. did you hear that???
FUNNY
The guy said, “Honey, queers are funny. ‘Gurl!’”
That’s me, I just keep ‘em in stitches
Doubled in half
I may not have found the ~right guy~
But I’m good for a laugh
I guess it’s not so funny
Life is far from sunny
When the laugh is over
And the joke is actually you
God! Grow a sense of humor!
That’s one thing you need to watch this show
When you’re a funny queer
Funny how it ain’t so funny
Funny queeeeer
#things that both make me smile and make my heart shatter
yao-i:
Ring around the rosie
A pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes
1/3 of the European population gets obliterated by the Black Death
May I write words more naked than flesh,
stronger than bone, more resilient than
sinew, sensitive than nerve.
I wish I could just tell everybody how I feel about everything. I am tired of pretending. But I am too afraid that no one will like me without the parts of me I have worked so hard to make up.
crowleyshouseplant:
I hope you’re smiling
Like god is pulling at the corners of your mouth
‘Cause I might be naked and lonely
Shaking branches for bones
But I’m still time zones away
From who I was the day before we met
You were the first mile
Where my heart broke a sweat
And I wish you were here
I wish you’d never left
But mostly I wish you well
I wish you my very very best
— Andrea Gibson “Photograph”
crowleyshouseplant:
amorremanet:
Thirty Days of SPN Women, Eighteen: Character the most screwed over by the writers (1/2) — Becky Rosen.
#30 days of spn women #becky rosen #emily perkins #these caps are presented without comment #because… i really don’t think i can add anything to them #what else is there to say about a character who goes from engaging and competent #and maybe a little grating but still cognizant of The Important Things; #to a simpering helpless mess who doesn’t see a problem with consent issues?
While their daughters climbed through the nightward rooftop to spray paint
we are still here ya’ll
yes we are
Some days we may barely get our feet wet
most of the time we’re going to have to wake and shake the tidal wave
off our etch-a-sketch
to make space for the notes of a brass-knuckled
saxophone carrying the tattered hope of the ocean’s prayer.
All these words are just paper boats
praying we can get there
tell me we will get there
before we come up broke
believing people like levies
have to hold themselves together
when often it’s our falling apart that gives us the grace
that makes sure no one ever builds a condo over our broken open hearts
Knew we could be instruments
if we would just let our kite strings get tuned to the lightening
tonight
tune me to your thunder
I know most of the time
my shine cannot hold a match to my rust
so ask me about the rain
we have all fought for our lives
more than we know, survived our own questions
this world has picked me and my kind for my madness
for me to know that sanity is not running from the window when the lightening comes
it’s turning the thunder into grace
knowing sometimes the break in your heart
is like the hole in the flute
sometimes it’s the place where the music comes through.
—Andrea Gibson, “Gospel Salt”
#lol i was going through the youtube vids of andrea gibson #and i just giggle at the idea of becky rosen signing at the top of her voice #i have a body you have a body #;_______; #ALSO THAT PIECE GIVES ME SO MUCH TRANS!BECKY FEELINGS YA’LL #but anyway #hi this is me over sympathizing and over identifying with becky rosen #this poem is me seeing what the show has done to herand grieving it #but let’s be real #they failed in their attempt to make becky so much less #because now she rides dragons #because now she is a storm #she is a pillar of cloud and thunder and lightening that rips away the oppressive structures and narratives #and she brings the rain #to let all good things grow #(i transcribed this from two videos of the poem but i still had a hard time understanding words) #(i wasn’t sure if i should have included the last bit because i wasn’t sure if it was ableist) #(but i decided i should do so anyway since i am so often labeled as ‘crazy’ for some of the meta i write) #(i think a lot of people who want to change the world are) #(so i kept it) #(let me know if i’m offbase)
yourguttersoul:
I wanted it to leave a mark:
that’s how I knew I loved you.
Because I wanted to be burned, stamped,
to have something in the end—
It will run its course, the course of fire,
setting a cold coin on the forehead, between the eyes.
You lay beside me; your hand moved over my face
as though you had felt it also—
you must have known, then, how I wanted you.
We will always know that, you and I.
The proof will be my body.
- from The Encounter by Louise Gluck
What if you knew that I could put my hand over your mouth and make you
feel god’s pain?
What if you could hear him cry?
What if I told you that I could end your life at this very moment?
Would you be afraid of me?
Would you trust me more?
What if you could see Kampuchea as it was thirty years ago?
What if you could see the Tigris and the Euphrates, untouched by man as
they once were?
What if I told you that I could show you?“DMV,” Ethan Milner.
crowleyshouseplant:
30 days of supernatural women: day 3. favourite human character - BECKY ROSEN
There’s an arrow wound in my amygdala
leaking honey into my parietal lobe.
It makes me want to say things
disallowed from serious poetry
and employ instead the lexicon of porn spam.
I want to make crude statements involving fluids.
Obscenity, expletive, body part.
Imperative verb, possessive pronoun, body part.
I want push to show up at shove’s office.
I want to change my address
to last night’s wet dream,
I want a plot in that cemetery.
Come and unearth me anytime.
— Kim Addonizio, “Feeling Sexy”
#becky rides dragons #oh wow just the way this photoset is compiled #reminds me of the becky self-cest thing i goofed off with in replies #becky meeting her 2014!self yes yes? #excuse me while i flop helplessly on the floor #they’d write the greatest pwps #and if they were feeling satirical #they would utilize all the horrible euphemisms #all of them #but sometimes they just want to write about sex because sex is beautiful #which makes me think about becky rosen and 2014!cas of course #um these tags got away from me #sorry #supernatural #sex for ts #relate all the things to supernatural
