The Evolution Of Inconsistency

The journaling, writing, poetry, and drabble of Kaleigh Maeby. Find and buy my debut poetry collection "Something Akin To" at https://www.lulu.com/shop/kaleigh-maeby/something-akin-to/paperback/product-24280633.html !

[kmaeby]

tired lamb  gulps diety mercy. there’s no room for wolf tooth  here no room for waste either - we’ll die  the way we loved real, whole, and unbounded

k.m. ??? 2019

[kmaeby]

and soon i will devour and soon i will know choice, abundance, and pantomime crutch - there is an angel in my bones who tells me so

k.m. 29 November 2019

[kmaeby]

my poetry collection is available now, feel free to browse this blog for excerpts/similar writing of mine to see if you’ll enjoy it 🖤

[sickgrave]

hi my book of poetry is coming out Sunday and i think that’s pretty groovy

[kmaeby]

keep an eye out on the 13th of October!!

[kmaeby]

that dancing curtain ghost - mistaken, ignored, and left to sway alone. there is love in that oddity and a window praying to breathe

k.m. 08 September 2019

[kmaeby]

tonight the wind knocked on my door and asked only for geological striptease and timeless aching whim - there is no way to  deny empty space no curtain to pull for privacy, either

k.m. 01 September 2019

[kmaeby]

and i am here and you are here, too home is in that intricate binding that molecular love-making

k.m. 29 August 2019

[sickgrave]

god borrowed me for one moment and into another leaving only incoherency and twine i asked, in return, for the splinter in my wrist, grief, and to pray beneath your rib

[sickgrave]

Something Akin To is my debut collection of poetry! Excerpts from this book are set to appear in Dink Press’ Problématique. Digital review copies are available now from [email protected] Head here for more info and here to read some of my work!

[kmaeby]

in the essence of nosebleed, lost in its prime, the tombstone will read as follows:      “mistakenly made love in the middle of earth’s final thunderstorm”

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This poem is from my forthcoming collection, titled Something Akin To (Dink Press, 2019). The collection includes over 100 short poems and thought experiments from my personal journals. It is due for an October 13, 2019 release. More information about this project can be found here.

[kmaeby]

let’s step outside for a while and sneak across the empty streets and thread flowers through the laces of our shoes and stomp and stomp until everyone wakes up to take fallen petal and climb back into bed sheets, unmoved

k.m. 06/30/19

[kmaeby]

june 19 and a little more

in love with making love in from, and beside love and always with eyes sewn shut

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in our youth we caressed our monsters and left our sick at the door paying mind only to the ceiling fan’s shadow and the hum of a melody never heard but always known

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misery devours flesh devours whole devours the idea that the tide only comes when the sun weeps for the moon – the foam dances a lover’s waltz and the stars bow a little lower, again

[kmaeby]

the stranger’s summer II

I. it's okay to chew the poppies but to think of spitting leaves is sacrilegious and mary won't weep but you'll feel the tear fall anyway

II. soon your tenderness will know only mine and the stars will give us their blessings

III. in the blood you will find three things:       the breath,       the comma, and the will to move on

[kmaeby]

The evolution of inconsistency will be returning soon. If you’d like to see more regular writing from me, you can find it here. 

Thank you all for your support and your patience.

[kmaeby]

the hands forever cold and the broken   ever present; chronically devastated  and right back at the beginning   honesty was the key but we wanted the door     to stay locked, anyhow

k.m.

[kmaeby]

  inability to question- forgetting to learn the rules, we press on.   intimacy names itself rules a brighter morning and   collapses within a skin tight evening  only the dogs can hear the wailing           but god, is it beautiful

k.m.

[kmaeby]

nostalgic for the spring that never was  the regrowth that never happened    the turning of the tides- the flowers, oh                                                   the flowers    clasped hands bracing for a new(er) world the next chapter, never written  the final scene, never filmed    perhaps we’re there, now and we just haven’t realized

k.m.