Gemini

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Inspired by original zodiac tattoo design, Artist Unknown

This poem is for my sister
who never was born
except as the other half of me
the sole companion of my mind

I see myself as myself and
some other more solitary woman
whose hands are empty but hold
my own through sleepless nights

Her voice in my heart beats
recognition in a purposeless world
and bids me remember the girl
who listened for the flower’s pulse

and know that one love is enough –
my undefeated sisterhood of self



This poem is a reworking of one I wrote earlier this year. I changed it quite a bit and turned it into a short sonnet and turned into Notebook Poetry.

Untitled (Nude Sketch #1)

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Inspired by the art of Debra Hurd

Don’t mistake
my fragility for weakness

Split me open
from sternum to navel
and you will find
a nebula
birthing stars –

Slit my throat
and plasma will flow
from my veins
exhaling
solar wind –

Slash through my skin
and you will see
the universe
made me
unbreakable –

Don’t disregard
the gravity of my galactic soul



For my Notebook Poetry Challenge

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month

Untitled (Nude Sketch #2)

I rise from bed, tie back my hair, touch
the scar where blade met skin
but could not excise my sense of me.

Such a love, I have learnt from me,
to wake from lucid dreams and touch
the tortured path of gravel on my skin

without regret for what was lost; skin
and flesh do not define the worth of me
who loves the mark it pains to touch.

And my skin will love you too, if you touch me.

A Tritina for Marian's Fussy Little Forms,
including words from Sanaa's Get Listed: October Edition
for Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

Heartsong

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Child of mine, I cannot fathom
the endless beauty of your every
changing tide
but your thoughts I hear
like songs of whales – an echo
carried by the amniotic waves – 

There is no ocean deep
as the farthest reaches of your mind
aswim with memories, gifted beyond gold.
No surf more opalescent than your eyes.



A watery 55 for Caitlin, on her 25th birthday.

Locked

Lines Meeting (1932)
Pierre Dubreuil 

Time to lock up the shop
on this one last customer –

He cannot decide if he really
loves the merchandise

enough to commit –
though he has been fondling

silky textures longingly
and won’t walk out the door –

I have places to be, fellow,
and I no longer really care

what you want with my time –



A 'throw away the key' 55 for Camera FLASH 55!

The Mariner

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Remember the day
the sea swallowed the world?
Hard to cover that up
but the politbots did their best
to whitewash the facts
into palatable slices,
clucking, like chickens once did.

It’s not all bad.
Got me this gig on
the Hiraeth Inter-Oceanic Platform,
mostly it’s plain sailing –
no sea-monsters
thriving in these toxic tides.



A new age sea shanty in 55 words for The Tuesday Platform, in continuation of my dystopian series of monologues.

For those who are interested, I am participating in Inktober on Instagram, where I am handwriting and illustrating this series in the first week:
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