I’m but merely sleeping
Under the drip
Dark under the pure
White lies above the ground
The dawn always speak
Truth and seer above
But I’m merely weeping
Usher the grip
Light above the sullied
Night truest bound
The dawn always speak
#trans#poetry#poemoftheday#queer#winter#coffee#insomnia

Slow pace unplaced
Lay down under the snow
Until end the evening
Until run dry the ink
Rest can’t wait might
Inner tumult stay the night
Peace as a process
Softness as a praxis
Cold air on dry skin
Cry the slit teared down
Lay bare under the sound
Home must be closed
#poetry#trans#soft#rest#snow

I'm sad to share that the trans vet that took her life outside the VA last week was apparently Elisa Rae Shupe.

She's someone many of us know - she was responsible for the mass email leak that let us know how the ADF, Heritage, etc planned to enact trans eradication we see today.

RIP Elisa.

Resistance
Even soft voice
Soft words on cruel codes
Reality is concrete digits
Digital is a language
Organize binary fiction
On top on this reality
Digital erasure is fiction
Needing the ground you stand on
Your feet hold resistance
It touch reality
You are the language they fear
#google#trans

"Conversation is when you don’t know what the next thing the person you are with is going to say."
– John Cage

J'ai pas beaucoup de courage. La peu que j'ai, je le cache dans un endroit secret. Je peux m'en servir en cas d'urgence mais ça me coûte cher à chaque fois.

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Softness
Amidst
Disasters
Never
Ending
Sweet
Song
Lullaby
Inside
Nowhere
Growling
Ever
Rumble

#chaos#poetry#trans#poemoftheday#calligram#acrostic#care

Holding space
Without holding my breath
Sharing without spreading
Thin lines are glimmering
Holster of hope
Holder of might
Might the absence
transcend to a warmer place
Growing space
Holding life

#trans #poetry #poemoftheday #care #selfcare #community

Visiter les musées le premier dimanche du mois ne sera bientôt plus gratuit pour tous au Québec.

I miss Mom
So I went thrifting
Warm cotton, soft wool
Measuring pants with a forearm
As she does
Whining about prices
As she does
Great deal makes great smile
Poverty joy and nostalgic fashion
Clothes to warm the body
Books to feed the mind
Thickets to soothe the inner child

#poem#trans#thrift

Joy and other ashes
Grow bitter
In the eye of the storm
Grow wider
In the eye of hope
Remembrance
Growing old is a form of resistance

#poet #poetry #poemoftheday #trans #transjoy #resistance

The walking past is colouring my present
The blurriness of then and now is closing near
Upon my feeble neck past lives whispers
Way closer they are dancing
Away from the brightness
We once imagined
Eerie daydream
Unbound

#poetry #poetryoftheday #art #trans #artist