to william carlos williams: take me from my skin, make me a river rock again | kmp

#extradirty
Cosmic Funnies

Janaina Medeiros
No title available
Stranger Things
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

⁂
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
One Nice Bug Per Day
Not today Justin
styofa doing anything

if i look back, i am lost
ojovivo
$LAYYYTER

izzy's playlists!
will byers stan first human second
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
NASA

roma★
No title available

seen from Japan
seen from Netherlands

seen from United States
seen from Germany

seen from United States
seen from Iraq
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from India

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@ashandabstraction
to william carlos williams: take me from my skin, make me a river rock again | kmp
Are you the one who write the poem about the boy who looked like he could catch a bird with his hands, and if so, could you post it again I can't find it and I want to look at it forever
omg yes that was me, here's the link
iloveyou i love you so so so much your writing is the best best thing everever i love it so so so much . you are so beautiful and lovely and your brainmind is so incredible! ! i love you i love you i hope you are doing well !!!!
wow thank you so much, this is so kind of you to say 🙏🙏
Found your blog through sinner’s gospel and it was so beautiful that I had to read more. September 2019 was so pretty. You words and poetry are so evocative and they just feel so much and your writing is so incredible
oh wow, thank you so much! i'm really glad you enjoy my writing and appreciate you taking the time to message me, it really means a lot to me
just saw @elevenshaze artwork of your nap time poem on twitter, awesome collab
i hadn't seen it before, but the art is beautiful and its lovely to see that someone liked my work enough to incorporate it into their own!! thank you for sharing this with me, and i'm glad you liked it!
((my poem "to william carlos williams: take me from my skin, make me a river rock again" here & elevenshaze's artwork here))
any more poetry projects on the way?
not in the immediate future, but i definitely hope/plan to return to writing and sharing poetry in the future
No question. Just, your writing is lyrical, beautiful, enchanting, prose.
This is so incredibly kind!! I'm so glad you like my work, and I truly appreciate that you took the time to reach out to me 💕💕
hi! i love your work. would it be alright to use it in art? (with credit of course)
Thank you so much, I'm so glad you like it! As long as you credit/link back to me you're more than welcome to use my work in your art. I'd love to see what you make!!
it is too much (it is not enough) | kmp
quarantine | kmp
a study in mourning | kmp
I am so excited to share with all of you that one of my pieces has been published with The Wellington Street Review!
Drawing from the lines “through metaphor to reconcile / the people and the stones” from “A Sort of Song” by William Carlos Williams, which have always resonated with me, my poem “to william carlos williams: take me from my skin, make me a river rock again" is a meditation on the longing for tender love as a queer nonbinary person, and the struggle to accept it.
Happy TDOV everyone!
Letter From the Editor
I know these are difficult times the likes of which many of us have never experienced. I feel the weight of this suffering. The sickness, shattered plans, upended dreams. If I’m honest, I am fucking scared. As we self quarantined, I felt so isolated. I knew I wanted to help remedy that feeling for as many people as I could.
What I know is we need as many things that add light to the world as possible. As many things as we can make to help bring comfort, affirm our shared humanity, and amplify the voices of those who need to be heard. Connecting with all of you through this publication was always a light in the dark for me. More importantly, this was a space we built together, a place where we could connect people across the world. What I know is we can be brave together. With these things in mind, Rising Phoenix Review is officially back. I have assembled a new issue full of poets who give me courage. I think they will uplift you too. Our first new issue will debut on April 1st, 2020. I will publish a new feature poet each night at 9pm Eastern Daylight time on RPR.
My plan is for this to be the start of Rising Phoenix Review being a monthly magazine again. Additionally, I also plan to recruit new section editors (including a photography and art editor), and poetry readers. I hope you will stay tuned for updates about those things, as well as a few other surprise projects I am planning.
Until then, I hope these words find you safe and healthy. Peace be with you always, -Christian
Have you every compiled your poems into a book? I love you work, especially the poems that include religion! :)
Thank you so much for this lovely message! I don’t have a book yet, but I’d certainly love to publish one some day & knowing there are people out there who are interested means a lot to me :)
In the mean time, I’ve been working on a chap book called “fever” that hopefully will be out later this month!
AUTUMN PROMPTS, 06SEPTEMBER2019
1. rotten fig
2. last of the wasps
3. dark afternoon
4. werewolf as a verb
what a strange & unbearable time september is. i don't know how to explain the unending heat & the dark afternoon, like the sun has changed since august, deepened maybe. everywhere is the ache of autumn's becoming & the slow, drawn out death of summer lingering at the edges.
like september i am ready for my own becoming, already monstering, already stretching towards some new form & yet still aching through my old death. i keep dreaming of the wild fig tree behind my house, its fruit all wasp-ripened but left rotting on the tree. i am so hungry. Ravenous.
Transcend | kmp
Cover page of my Queer Lives & Knowledges zine from last Fall. Mixed media//linocut printed in acrylic paint over colored pencil, title lettering cut and pasted from various magazines.
I may post the full zine if I can get a chance to scan the pages.
Week Twenty Five
i. a place to call home
ii. atonemement rests beneath the stars for those who earn the night
iii. among the dust, our bones
iv. only the sun disappeared
v. become someone else
vi. raise your banner high
vii. we were here
viii. viking funeral
ix. don’t you know where you belong?
x. i will not be forgotten
i. do you not know that this is what i long for, more than anything? i have slept in a tangle of blankets on the living room floor for at least a decade now, i can live anywhere. but that's not what i'm wanting amymore.
ii. i do not have any forgiveness for you, not here, not in me. you can go looking for it, if you care to; there's plenty of light out back, the stars are all out tonight & i'm sure you could find it if you ever looked for it.
iii. among the earth, our living. the seeds in my mother's garden pushing up towards the sun & down towards the water, the marked comings and goings of the worms, the rabbits' dens & all his children. among the dust, our bones. they have sat there undisturbed a long time now.
iv. i am howling & unhinged in my hurt again. i can stomach no comfort; they might as well say its only the sun that has disappeared.
v. let me strip myself of my carnelian, let me rinse away my anger & step into a body that has never hurt. i am man enough to admit i'd be someone else if i could.
vi. but, if not, let me raise my banner high,
vii. let me say "we were here" & mean "you cannot take this, not this too", let me make something of this anger before it kills me;
viii. i am burning away so fast; all blaze, no glory
ix. don't you know where you belong? it isn't here. i told you where to find your forgiveness; look to that before you think to take this space
x. you know the wrong you've done, you know the rage i carry. we "were" here? no. we are here. i will not be forgotten.