Reviewed @serxaphym.bsky.social's debut BATTALION SHAPED GIRL (Discount Guillotine) for @fullstopmag.bsky.social. These lambent, crystalline poems think and vision and language their way through Wittgenstein, state-sponsored violence, transness, and being.

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full exposure, press release - BATTALION SHAPED GIRL is: NO ORDINARY WOMAN. A PUPPET STRIPPED OF HER HAND. MS THIS. THAT GIRL. THE ONE ON THE STAKE. A HEART SHAPED BREATH. NEW HOMER. SIX FEET IN THE AIR. A TRIPLE GODDESS. and WHAT IS FOREVER FALLING.

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thank you!!

My first book is available for preorder now:

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My first book, my strange inquiry - BATTALION SHAPED GIRL - out with Discount Guillotine this September.

See you in the dark.

Thank you so much! I’m so grateful for the support

I love trans poets and novelists. I love trans musicians. I love trans filmmakers. I love trans models and actors. I love trans painters and sculptors. I love trans programmers and engineers. I love trans art.

Trans people are under attack. I implore people to rally around us - fight against policies, protect those in your community, read/watch/listen to/support our art … do not be silent as they try to silence and erase us. The future is a creative act; we have to create it, together

hiding in the party bathroom because I felt a firebird birth itself in my heart

Just sent so many poems out to magazines in my Red Bull haze (divine elixir, I worship thee)

swiping right on every profile of a man holding a fish … I want to meet the fish … I want to hear what it has to say .. what oblivions what bliss what crush and flash and flick and to disappear into water like an immediate friend

Sharing to Blue Sky my Blue Harp, my poem published by the wonderful @newenglandreview.bsky.social this year.

www.nereview.com/vol-45-no-3/...

being a medium means becoming saturated with love for those who are no longer with us … when I speak I speak with a thousand tongues

in my recent re-fabulations of what criticism might be or become, I think it has to come come back into the fold of other genres of writing - to perhaps narrativize as fiction does, to estrange the world to bring us closer to it as poetry does, to help build out a future as prayer does …

today I felt the most beautiful I have in a year. I held an orchestra in my ear. My favorite ghost brought me both hammers and nails. I spent all day alone and kissed my own teeth. the lost dog paws at my door now saying have I found my way home have I found my way home have I found my way home