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SeaGoatScreamsPoetry(Ankh Spice)
@seagoatscreams.bsky.social
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A bit earnest

Poet, runner, sea, goat
Fae-wed
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Mastheads: IceFloe/BarrenMag/Sídhe
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My whole heart to everyone who supported me to keep going with this even in the nightmare this month became. Your generosity means 200km later I've added $2,500 to this humaning bigger than itself - this tangible shout that the world is capable of more love than hate, even now, even now.
A view downward on two feet in bright pink running shoes, red/orange/yellow striped socks on white, and black running tights, calf down. They stand on broad, sea-weathered boardwalk slats. A screenshot of Seagoatscreams's fundraising page for Sweat With Pride. A bright pink background dances with confetti-like stars and shapes in multicolours. In a round gold circle, a pfp of a pale, multipierced, goateed and smiling human. He's wet from swimming, wearing a blue bandana, sparkly pink cat ears, and lime green earbuds. Various text reads Seagoatscreams (he/him) Official MVB I've raised $2,500 of my $2,500 goal
June 30, 2025 at 11:58 AM
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Day 30 of ##SweatWithPride. A kind friend gave me 2 hrs respite from 24/7 cares to run. I didn't make my 30 June 20km goal, but ran until dark came at 14km. Today's run was for every name I've carried, but also specially for David (via @dejanajuk.bsky.social) & for @missyerem.bsky.social's beloveds
A wintry sea view across dunes thriving with green grass and red dots of salvia, white dots of osteospermum, shocks of troll-hair tussocks. The white foam line is strong, the sea pewter, the sky cloudmist. Low hills flank the horizon, opaque with distance. Rippled pale sand and a wintering sea, dark hills beyond a fierce foam line. In the sand, the name 'David' is written in flowing letters, somehow both animate and alone. Rippled, pale sand, a wintry chop of sea and low hills in the distance. On the foreground sand is some flowy lettering: 'A (heart) A (heart) F (heart) Y' A sea view through a foreground screen of long, erratic tussock grass. A curve of winter foam line, moody water, a single island guarding the mid distance, dark and alone.
June 30, 2025 at 11:42 AM
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Pls forgive no replies to msgs/mails/posts - all day every day & late into night at hosp w loved one, or long drive to/from. My few word-spoons get spent posting updates for Sweat with Pride, which was a promise, and there's just nothing left over beyond exhaustion so deep I'm a ghost
Morning light lancing beams through tall spruce-ish trees.
June 22, 2025 at 11:15 AM
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Day 22 of #SweatWithPride - tender privilege to carry 2 beloveds for sponsor Sarah @palimpsest22.bsky.social

The coast was winterwild & lovely. I left an embodiment of those names in that fresh cold light, & asked it to live in them. As I did, a *huge* queen bumble alit on my shirt - a blessing.
A sea view through a foreground screen of fine greenish tussock grass. Beyond, a strip of deep blue water, with foam line, and flanks of shallow dark hills. The sky is searing winter blue with floating islands of white cloud. An old-fashioned white rose, open-faced, and a tiny pink-orange bud, tightly closed. The stems are unseen, tucked into natural holes in pale driftwood. Racing blue sea throwing white foam on rocks is blurred behind. The sun is bright, crisp-wintry, the rose shadow strong behind it. A fat, fuzzy bumblebee, deep chocolate body and orange thorax stripe startling in contrast against bright, lime-green synthetic fabric with a vertical weave-line.
June 22, 2025 at 10:39 AM
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On today's #SweatWithPride run, I carried two precious names into winter solstice dawn for friend & sponsor @fionadoris.bsky.social.

It was dark for the first 2km, then the shortest day's fire found the hills' back, and mine. The light was extraordinary.

I left the names with old guardians.
A pre-dawn view, blue with unlight, over gently choppy sea. A foam line breaks on a shine of sand washed of colour by the hour. Low dark hills tooth the horizon under pewter clouds, and a foreground tree is two dimensional, sprawling black arms from a thick trunk at left. A bright orange crack of dawn light splitting cloud. The winter sun is rising over a gently choppy sea, perspective slightly diagonal, whose water reflects colour in the mirror of shallows past the foam line. A piece of soft-looking, flat driftwood, roughly eye-shaped, held against blue sky and a blur of silhouetted tree branches. In beachfire charcoal, letters on it read 'SB + W'
June 21, 2025 at 10:13 AM
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#SweatWithPride Day 20

Mānawatia a Matariki, m'loves ✨️
Difficult hospital time tonight, home late & heart in bits. But this morning, I felt so lucky to run 10km. carrying a very precious name into the peace of Matariki. Big love to #sweatwithpride sponsor Val Little for asking me to carry the inestimable Georgina Beyer today. I'm not sure anyone could do her fire full justice, but I thought about her the whole way, her wicked wit, her deep real wisdom, and the legacies she left us - being he whole self in the public eye, an early lighthouse for trans people in Aotearoa, and still large in the minds of many who might otherwise have fallen for the current rhetoric and stereotyping. So on today's run I went off-track, to find the plaque to Kupe I knew was hidden in the harakeke, and listened for Georgina there. I swear someone laughed behind me. The last random song that played on this run was Madonna's Live To Tell. That felt right. We did. We do. We are, and we will, and we'll never stop. A pinkush, masculine hand, beringed, held in a loose open fist against green flax, blue sea, grey cloudy sky. On the back of the hand, scrolled initials in pen: GB. A very weathered bronze plaque with intermittently faded lettering, and a scratchy outline of what might be a waka at the top. Readable text includes: HISTORICAL & EARLY SETTLERS ASSOCIATION TO BEGINNINGS, BRAVED INCREDIBLE VOYAGES BY CANOE OF TE WHANGANUI-A-TARA (PORT NICHOLSON THE GREAT POLYNESIAN EXPLORER-NAVIGATOR. KŪPE AND OCEAN-GOING WAKA TAUA (CANOES), MATAHORUA AND ORT NICHOLSON CIRCA AD 950. MES ISLAND (MATIU AND WARD ISLAND (MAKARO) SEATOUN, HE NAMED TE AROARO O-KUPE
June 20, 2025 at 10:24 AM
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Today's #SweatWithPride run was for Alex.

I'm so so sorry they failed you. We'll carry the truth of you every way we know how.
Smooth sand with a shining line of sea. A large cursive letter A with a spiral tail is drawn in the sand.
June 15, 2025 at 9:45 PM
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Doing my utmost, between long days w Mum in hosp, to fit in running for kind #SweatWithPride sponsors.

So tired I'm wispy, but goats keep their promises.

Today's run was for @janerefreshed.bsky.social. The name you entrusted me floated in the early morning rain on the coast. A light beam appeared🩵
A very wet-day blurry view over choppy pewter sea, broody dark rainclouds. A large boat, ferryish, is mid-distant, indistinct with rain. Beyond, a low dark smudge of island, misted hills. A striking, thick beam of bright white light lances from the clouds to the water left of the ship. A glimpse of rain-soaked wooden boardwalk is foreground.
June 11, 2025 at 2:29 AM
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The view at the end, including a pōhutukawa who made a promise
A view over calm blue sea, with a stripe of pale sandy beach and a strip of green grass. The sprawly, wise limb of a wintering but leafy pōhutukawa tree stretches diagonally across the top right corner. The sky is a streaky powder blue, with striations of long misty white cloud (yes) hazing shallow distant hills that span the horizon. Craggy sea rocks guard the left edge of the foam line.
June 1, 2025 at 7:37 AM
seagoatscreams.bsky.social
Your Mum's legacy is beautiful & you clearly have her heart. It'd be my honour to carry her name - I picked the 11th, (that's my own Mum's lucky number & they sound like kin. It's also a Wed, which is the day I spend time taking her somewhere happy) 💗
A hand drawn calendar for 'Sweat With Pride', showing some dates in June. Focus is on Wed 11th, where 'Jane' is written in dark green with a heart, and (Jill) beneath.
June 1, 2025 at 7:08 AM
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Cos ADHD/goat/xtra/odd, I made a #SweatWithPride calendar for sponsors who picked a date in June*

If you've already donated, do let me know your choice! Songs/pics to be posted on the day 🥰

If you want a date, link is below - every bit counts.

*names you asked me to carry concealed cos private 🩵
A hand-drawn calendar with June dates in a grid. It's titled with letters and hearts, each in one of the inclusive Pride flag colours, spelling 'Sweat With Pride', starting with black. Some dates have sponsor's names/hearts in differently coloured pencil, and a white 'explosion' sticker censoring the name to be carried. Most dates are still available.
May 31, 2025 at 11:33 PM
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Some of you know I run a wee bit.

Every day of June, I'm running for Pride, fundraising for 🌈 groups in Aotearoa. Every step I take is for ppl who might still be here if that kind of support had the $ it deserves.

If you'd like to sponsor me I'd love that 🩵

www.sweatwithpride.com/fundraisers/...
This is Ankh. He's mid-aged white man with a dark mustache and goatee, and multiple facial piercings. Here he's smiling slightly and looking up into the camera from beneath a pale peaked cap. He's wearing a neon green-yellow running shirt with a charity marathon tag number on the chest that says 'Run for HELP'. A calm, silvery early morning sea is behind. A pair of feet in searing pink running shoes, with ankle socks striped in red, orange, and yellow on white. Straw-coloured tussock is beneath. A 'Sweat With Pride' enamel pin, on a pink-purple background. It's a glittery rainbow arch, with overlapping triangles comprised of the rest of the colours of the fully inclusive Pride flag at one end (black, brown, pale blue, pale pink, white, and a yellow front triangle with a dark purple ring)
May 28, 2025 at 11:29 PM
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in which we still believe
this is (we are)
much bigger inside

still habitable
A large amanita muscaria mushroom, side-on, slightly top-down, growing happily in foresty humus. Its bright red cap is dotted with the typical bumpy white spots, and concave in the middle rather than peaked or rounded. The pale stem and gills are visible. Pine needles, twigs, hints of green, and a pop of blue sky blur as background.
May 28, 2025 at 10:59 PM
seagoatscreams.bsky.social
day warps in
& the dresser
quietly burns
Brown horizontal woodgrain, with a pattern of bright, wobbly light dappling it. It resembles pale, flickery fire.
May 23, 2025 at 3:32 AM
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guess we eat wishes
spider said

time stops
& I
A dandelion seed head, fluffy white seeds blown into a haphazard flare like a messy fountain jetting upwards from the cushion. They've been caught in an invisible spiderweb, allowing this photo to stop time. A blurry wooden trellis lattice is behind, the stem of the flower and a couple of background leaves the only pops of colour - bright green.
May 21, 2025 at 11:24 PM
seagoatscreams.bsky.social
Saying 'Rest in Peace' seems all wrong for Alice Notley, she who refused to 'ass-kiss every hour'.

Instead, I hope you're dancing like hell somewhere, probably with Frank O'Hara, on a wavelength dearer than any we can see

below image from 'For the Ride' (2020)
An experimental poem made of words and phrases in the shape of a sailboat. The rigging is individual letters in diagonal strings, mostly fricatives at the front where the wind would play (th kkk tss), softer sounds at the back, (ppp yyyy llll gggg aaaa) Key words and phrases below float and cluster on the page to make the rest of the boat's shapes flag almost red sky behind mind vibrates а little drapeau wings of words wings of words O(ne) --!-- ark a supernimbus a surreally cognizant bat-blue thy self careless & its sister memento qui k k а a part kelling prepositions not leck thou part ark or one one don't have an old fuce а fossil comatose k arrrrri rrrrrrrri rrrrrrrrrrrrrrk void sea of no so, no so there are wavelengths dear dear wavelengths ones are in the weaves wove waves waving waving only verbalized but wavelengths dear
May 21, 2025 at 8:58 PM
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🩵💗
Immensely calm sea at the end of a day. The water is flat and reflective around isolated dark rocks in the foreground, the sky suffusing with orange-pink along the horizon, where three hazy distant mountains lurk. A closer, steep slope of hill is silhouette at right.
May 16, 2025 at 11:17 PM
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& in some future mirror
we finally learned it

this reflection is peace
haunted fathoms beneath
The view is divided vertically by a black wooden post. Right: calm, flat sea, with hinty pink sunset and foreground rocks. Left: a shiny black-painted sign, at steep angle from the lens, perspectiving away to the post. The sign reflects the sea view perfectly but darker, doubling it. A white stencil on the sign reads 'NEVER AGAIN MEANS NO GENOCIDE' A stylised white poppy is stencilled beneath these words.
May 16, 2025 at 10:46 PM
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& even now
reflecting
uncontained
Seen behind a horizontal strand of barbed wire, one of three above a diamond-wired fence top, a one-day-from-full moon sits in grey sky. Her full, pale glow is dressed in some trailing streaks of light. Her light supersedes the dark line of barbs completely, as if that light is uncontainable.
May 12, 2025 at 10:15 PM
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this faery window is for side-eye
Hard foreground, a three-pointed, crinkly brown leaf with a large, almost-round hole in it (naturally formed). It's almost more hole than leaf. Through its round window, the head and shoulders of a faery figurine peeps - it has a green sleeveless dress and wings, yellow hair, and solemn side-eye. Golden-orange dried flowers are blurry, behind.
January 12, 2025 at 7:49 AM
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We who pattern all things after ourselves reckon it's one way to decipher a life & I've learned we avaunt grief by seeing the face in the jaunty fallen ah look how they are dancing we say & hush that small grey voice that notes the tiny feet were legion unlike ours & still stilling still as the wet tide lines its road far fast beyond familiar Ankh Spice 9 Jan 2025 Two reef starfish beached on pale grey sand, dotted with pebbles and shell fragments. They lie touching one arm together as if holding hands. The left star is mid-brown, slightly larger, the right is pale grey-blue. Each has 11 long, fat-thumb tapered kind of arms, of various lengths and curves, and a finely thorny skin.
January 12, 2025 at 3:23 AM
seagoatscreams.bsky.social
~Linda Pastan
one way or another...

(messing me up & putting me back together all at once, as she does)

from Voices - in The Five Stages of Grief, 1978
A piece of a poem in a book, page yellowy. Two pale human fingertips hold it open, bottom left. Like Midas, I guess everything we touch turns to a poem- when the spell is on. But think of the poet after that touching the trees he's always touched, but this time nothing happens. Picture him rushing from trunk to trunk, bruising his hands on the rough bark. Only five years left. Sometimes I bury my poems in the garden, saving them for the cold days ahead. One way or another you burn for it.
January 12, 2025 at 3:19 AM
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Thank you to everyone holding our hearts & his through this - there are a whole lot of you & we feel it. I think he does, too. Lymphoma is currently the top contender of a bad bunch, but we're not putting hope to bed yet. For today, he's comfy, living his moments full of windowsills/sun/pats/love
A short-haired, brown-black cat, with green eyes and the odd white whisker/antenna, in upright statue pose on a broad wooden sill in sunlight. He's not quite looking at the camera, but gaze love-hooded. He's a bit thinner than he should be, but plushy and shiny. There's a glimpse of a purple compression bandage on his right arm. The colour, at least, suits him.
January 12, 2025 at 12:31 AM
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My few-months-ago birthday seedling is now full chocolate sun.
Watching bees find her is a poem & a spell against oh, phew, a whole bunch of decided unsunniness.
A red sunflower, fully open in sunshine. The petals are deep, saturate maroon-red-chocolate, with a touch of yellow-orange fire on the topmost. On the central broad landing platform, brown touched with gold, a big whitebummed bumblebee is gathering gloriously.
January 12, 2025 at 12:24 AM
seagoatscreams.bsky.social
love passed through the ne(s)twork

& extra for you on those wires, hoping we all have a respite soon 🖤💛
A black-brown cat, curled sleeping on a pale grey plushy blanket. His fur is short and shiny, the camera looking at the top of his head where it's nose-tucked into the tail of the cat-croissant. A pinkish human hand, beringed, rests on his nape.
January 8, 2025 at 3:43 AM