#randomflurriezwrites

[crow-child]

My Own Prayer

low bellied rough ladies

protect them

shallow boned birds with dark eyes

shelter them

spindly shes with eyes that glitter

send them to resting

wrap them in wide arms, round hips

feel their hunger, their caverns of aching

cleanse, fill, soothe,

i hear their screaming when i close my eyes

please, mothers

please--

protect them

-E.L.M.

[crow-child]

Finals Poem 1

This has been a series of days where I have not cried

I will mark the consecutive moments on a calendar with a bit of charcoal

it stains my fingers so I cannot rub at my face

at my dry eyes

parched lashes a field of yellowing grasses

There is too much around me to cry

too many dunes building grain by grain and exhale by exhale

Keep your troubles barred like gladiator’s tigers

I can hear them circling

soft padding footfalls and fang-full snarls

They get closer and we fix more bars in iron settings

pretend we can’t see the rust growing on them,

spawned from our own panicked exhalations

[crow-child]

ooooh i loved your poem with all the references omg esp "they shut up in prose" its my favorite?!! how were u inspired to write a poem with all those references and why are they important to you?

I’ve taken a couple poetry classes, so i often pull words or imagery inspiration from poems that I love. Robert Hass’s “Meditations at Lagunitas” and Robert Creeley’s “The Rain” are the ones i’ve probably chewed to pieces, along with Eliot’s “Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock” and some occasional Ginsberg. 

the “if you’re a bird” was from a 2 or 3 am conversation with my friend @newageoldprose , blackberry blackberry (variations with references) and quicksilver minnows are from meditations, bla bla bla was a Ke$ha reference coming off of the blackberry gertrude stein deconstruction moment, hence the free her in reference to her lawsuit and also to a joke that might be a meme?? but my friends say it a bunch, shut me up in prose is an emily dickinson poem about patriarchy and confinement which relates to this poem’s (hopefully) themes of femininity, love, and punk attitudes, and elephants on parade is a reference to “pink elephant” drunk hallucinations (depicted in the movie Dumbo) which also tied into the lazy psychedelic rebellion aesthetic thing i was going for. 

my mind is a crazy place

[crow-child]

Meditation from the Arboretum

There is nothing quite so pubic or so public as a snarl of raspberry branches before the season of flourishing—dark tangled strands, buds lightly pink

muddled scarlet and umber leaves, damp from the perspiration of a weakened winter, crumple, spent, across the sidewalk--expectant

Piling adjectives on top of nouns makes my sentence too unwieldy to hand to you; it sits in my throat, a glottal stoppage

Spring thinking is about twitter pated growth, a sternum rush of loam and peat and gold—But you and I are still in the clawed paws of a dead winter beast;

and tongues tucked behind canine teeth

Thinking is seasonal, not generational.

The new thinking, unlike the previous thinking, is a holding-off, an anticipatory chess match stare with hands held—In our pockets

Those of us who are morose, bleached, wraiths in the wind ripped darkness of the cold months—can be found, mole-like, blinking our way into extroversion when buds appear on bushes that edge slush-stained streets.

I want to tell you that the lip of your skirt in the wind makes you look like a dryad, and the edge of it looks like waves—there is something in you that defuses the mechanics of my mentality, refracts what might meet my eyes—I want to tell you that words are insufficient and we are a people alienated from our own noise and that I don’t quite love you but love can only ever be letters and maybe what I’m feeling is more

But you would only laugh, skipping light-footed along a fallen tree trunk, and stain your lips with a plucked, unready raspberry.

[crow-child]

Catching up Over Brunch

there is a noise inside my head like the scream of a steam wand

slipping below the skin of a pitcher of thick milk

scalding the cream into a shredded froth

fluffed skim poured over the murky depths of the bitter drink

So delicate. So white. So unsettled.

History is tattooed under the skin of this conversation

threatens to revisit the needle-bite pain of its conception

but our smiles are wide

our familiar teeth bared, what used to be forever close disconcertingly distant

and

So delicate. So white. So unsettled. 

[crow-child]

You're so wonderful and so talented!! I dream of you playing one of my characters (besides Arabesque "Squat" Pirouette) but I also just hope you stay with us FOREVER (ONE OF US... ONE OF US... ONE OF US...)!

HA thank you so so much! You are so incredibly talented as a writer and as a performer, you have no idea how much this means to me <3

I hope to stay with the RCP as much as possible next semester, I still haven’t quite figured out my next move but probs I’m going to stay with y’all because you’re incredible nice, hilarious people who I really want to work with :D

CANT WAIT TO SEE WHAT ELSE YOU WORK ON YOU BUDDING GENIUS YOU one day I’m going to have to shout at people that I knew you when you were young

@beholdyaourt 

[crow-child]

So, I think I identify as straight? I only have ever dated men, but I have had a few run ins with girls (kissing and not much more than that) but I do find myself looking at other girls and I find them attractive and basically goddesses but I don't know if I'd ever be in a romantic relationship with a female? Pronouns don't matter to me, I have a few gender fluid coworkers that make me feel a way. I think I'm confused as to what i really identify as. I'm sorry if this is ignorant.

Not ignorant at all!! sexuality is a big mess of different things for each individual and the first and most important thing to remember is that however you identify is valid. 

To me, the asshole who has spent probably way too much time looking at these terms, that sounds like pansexuality (this is how I identify, btw). Pansexuality (or bisexuality, depending on your definition of bisexuality) is physical/sexual attraction to others irrespective of their gender identity (sexual attraction to individuals who identify as male, female, and all sorts of other places in the gender cloud). However, if you decide to identify and/or present yourself as straight that is A OKAY! if anyone tells you different they are fusty and not great at all.  <3

Your dating history does NOT determine your sexuality. Also, your romantic orientations can be different than your sexual orientations. You can be heteroromantic and pansexual, and that’s also okay! 

THE WORLD IS WIDE AND WONDERFUL! BE YOURSELF and YOU WILL BE LOVED! (especially by me) Thanks for asking, and feel free to come off anon and talk if you’d like, I would never share anything someone didn’t want shared.

[crow-child]

Since you reblogged the thing about asking random questions: What is your favorite television series or color? Do you have any tattoos vs would you get tattoos? Favorite quote or book? What keeps you up at night vs what gets you out of bed in the morning? When do you feel the most compelled to write? What is your inspiration, what got you started into poetry and writing? I like more than the "normal" questions, sorry that there's so many.

Favorite television series: The Newsroom

Color: dark burgundy or royal blue

tattoo: i want a watercolor (or geometric?) crow on the left side of my chest, under where my arm is

favorite book: bel canto by ann patchett, cookbook collector by allegra goodman, or anything by maggie stiefvater, fav quote is probably my quote at the top of my tumblr

so i’m pretty sure this isn’t what you meant but cyclical thinking and anxiety as well as possible plot lines, world building, and character creation keep me up at night, and usually i get up because i have class or i have to go to the bathroom :D 

I write most when it’s late at night, but I jot down notes or scenes all the time. I’ve been writing ever since I could remember. I learned to read really really fast because my older sisters could already do it and I didn’t want to be the only one missing out on the fun. From there it was just a matter of me going “Wait i like this words are incredible I want to make them”. I tried to write my first novel in kindergarten and it was about a dolphin and it was horrible. Since then, I have improved a little.  

THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTIONS I’m exceptionally narcissistic I love talking about myself have a lovely day