WEATHER REPORT // We buried ourselves under an avalanche of hybrid poetry and creative nonfiction books this afternoon and it was glorious. I’m grateful for your brilliance and friendship, @merlegeode, always. Also grateful for the companionship of all these books whose hearts I’ve made my home in, and for poet-artists who make this world bearable. // Stay tuned for a list of the hybrid poetic works I find myself constantly recommending, coming to my website in the near future. [ID: A pile of books of all sizes and colors, spread over a couch.] #supportpoets #supportsmallpresses #pilesofbooks #poeticresearch #hybridpoetics #queerpoets #transpoets #disabledpoets #poetryispolitical #poetryforsurvival #poetsarevisionaries
It’s a regular Friday night in bed with some knitting, a trusty heating pad (with accompanying unfriendly back spasms), and my sample ballot for Tuesday’s election. If you’re eligible to vote in this election, and you aren’t voting early, please join me in making a voting plan before next week and getting familiar with who and what you’re voting for! Feel free to post your fave voter resources below for others to check out. And please reach out to me or another voter in your life if you’re feeling stuck, confused, or need help making your voting plan. Voting isn’t everything but it is majorly important. Join me in being prepared? [ID: photo of my bed with laptop, knitting, and messy blankets. Image of a sample ballot is pulled up on the computer.] #vote #getoutthevote #civicduty
I am 32 today. It has been a sweet, slow, quiet day. In the midst of personal and collective heartbreak and grief and rage, I took some time this morning to celebrate my body—to thank it for holding me, to acknowledge its queer and nonbinary magic, to honor its wisdom. To my friends who are grieving, raging, sleepless, afraid, hurting, overworked, adrift, uncertain, tender, heartbroken, anxious, and just getting by: for me, for a minute, put your hand on your heart and say: I love you. Say: Thank you. // [ID: black and white photo of D.’s head and chest, lying on the floor in a patch of sunshine with their arms above their head. They have short hair and several tattoos.] #scorpioseason #wontbeerased #embodimentfeelings
I have two of each of these letterpress poetry broadsides printed by #sisterblackpress, and I will give one each to four people who donate $50 or more, by this Friday, to your favorite BIPOC-led organization that works for immigration rights and/or directly serves trans communities of color, like twocc.us. Anyone is welcome to suggest organizations below or I’ll DM you suggestions if you’re not sure where to start. To claim a broadside, comment below with the name of the org you donated to and then DM me a screenshot of your receipt, along with which broadside you want and your mailing address (or a good pickup time if you’re in the twin cities). Broadsides are 15x20”, printed with wood type, and are from my poem “you get home okay.” // I wrote this poem last summer in response to some specific instances of identity-related harassment I experienced and like all of my work, I see it as a love letter to my extended queer, trans, & disabled family. I love you and I’m here to talk and listen and make us food and support your work and celebrate your existence. Message me for my number or email if you need it. ID: two white posters printed with uneven black type read: “Please go—even when you can’t do it alone or you can only do it alone” and “Sweetpea, please keep decorating your beautiful human body like a fucking queer christmas tree.”
Books to live by: Lo que les dijo el licántropo / What the werewolf told them by Chely Lima, transl. Margaret Randall. I’ve been holding this one close all year, and rereading/reloving it especially this week. Thank you, Chely Lima and @the_operating_system. [ID: two photos of the book, one of the black and white cover and another of p. 70-71, an excerpt of a poem called “the strange knight’s song” printed in both Spanish and English.] #bookrecommendations #supportsmallpresses #chelylima #theoperatingsystem #transpoets #queerpoets #poetrybooks
I had trouble finding words for this #nationalcomingoutday but I’ve been extra grateful for everyone’s posts and stories this year. I’ve been out about my queerness for almost a decade now but I’ve been thinking a lot about this little tender genderful person lately (circa 1988), who carried their ducks in a basket and kept a hammer tucked into their dress just in case, who didn’t grow hair for a while, who preferred bright patterns and who was always deep in thought. I’m grateful for our little selves that show us the way even after all this time. And to my queer and trans family—y’all are my heart. [ID: image of two side by side photos, both of D. around 2 years old, with short blond hair. In one they are holding a wicker basket full of white cloth ducks. In the other, they stand in a doorway looking off camera.] #queer #genderqueer #trans #nonbinary #transandtired #theythempronouns #basketfullofducks
