Chelsea Jones

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Poetry By Chelsea Jones

r. nial bradshaw   CC real life I'm ready for the world to stop spinning. I know right where it is. I reach into the stream and this fresh c

A poem of mine was just published in the December issue of Anti-Heroin Chic Magazine. Here's a link to it, please enjoy! :)

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PROMPT: "petition psalm to an important news topic currently affecting you today"

Dear Lord,

the continuous news stories of the murders of my trans and nonbinary siblings has me very afraid

Lord above, hear my cries

I am afflicted with sorrow

My worries, they overcome me

I cry for aid

I lay my fears before you:

I am afraid

of violent prejudice

I am afraid

to be gender non-conforming in public

I am afraid

of the fake culture war    

I am afraid

of trans genocide

I am afraid

of those who think property is more sacred than life

Dear Lord,

I would ask you to smite my enemies

like back in the Old Testament Days

But I don’t know if that would be enough

to keep me and my queer friends and lovers safe

Dear Lord,

I don’t even believe in you anymore

but I am still pleading

on my hands and knees

for community that doesn’t have to hide in secret

for availability of cheap and safe shelter

for access to medicine that flows free and easy

for this world to be less hateful and dangerous for us

Lord, I am humble before you: see how I ask merely for less hatred, and not more love and acceptance

To be able to use a public restroom without getting looks

To not have to mask at my job

To not worry about my friends getting hurt or even killed for existing in front of others

To not worry about my partner's safety when they take an uber home alone at night

Dear Lord, merciful Father

Dear God, you better be listening now

Dear supposed man in the sky, the one they call savior

Blessed dude, holy Mister

Hey somebody, please Anybody,

I am still asking you

just in case

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why don't u see me for what I am

hello stranger. I can't see you for what you are because you are on anon. :P

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comic I made for a fellow parkie for Secret Santa

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silly comic I made like 7 years ago

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Poetry by Chelsea Jones

               Dan Phiffer   CC Wait. You need to wait. The urge of empty has you anxious. That dark barren, that hole, that place where not

I have a poem out in the newest issue of Anti-Heroin Chic. Check out my poem at the link above.

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throat twisted with a dry spell

life and play-life

saying: with a good friend

a pasture and some acrylic paints

a broken radio, some tools

how might we create our images

entwined, to a point--

two bedrooms, one person

empty and aching?

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vintage eyeball monster Audacity databend

Chelsea Jones October 2018

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Chelsea Jones, October 2018

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Renee Whorley speaks in the cadence of an inhalent addled rollerblader.

Thank you

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making Windows Paint memes for the greater good

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Clara Rockmore Method For Theremin

12/9/2017

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Got a poem featured in the second issue of The Borfski Press! 

you can buy the print version HERE

and the e-book version HERE

112 full-color pages of poetry, short stories, art, photography, and more from all over the world :)

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bloggy style lit. mag writhing with oddities

I got a poem included in the June issue of Thirteen Myna Birds! Click on the link above and scroll to the bottom of the page to read my poem. :)

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5/7/2017

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feeling some kind of way 3/21/2017

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I saw you in a dream your arms and back printed in rows of purple butterflies me, nervous fairy milky bovine mother pull back from the slightest electricity

soldering anodized titanium a link to our hands the grounding lacking I close my eyes to the world around me a perfect sonnet in maladaptive fantasies these places where ancient ruins become mazes and sideways floors and the dead walk and come out of secret passageways

I meet reality by screaming at tombstones floating antique, this drapery passing over dried flowers remove the history to keep it tidy sleep to streamline memories continuously re-programmed

mouth wide open key stitched to my tonsils effervescent, wake up screaming the intimate something you can’t even give yourself

meeting you halfway is meeting in dreams and never in your arms and you don’t dream

originally published in Thirteen Myna Birds