#sapphic ode

[kayespivey]

#53 Happiness—whose name is silent on the tongues of children, lost and young and seeking guidance, some proud, the rest hidden, slapped for every unconventional choice with laws and rules and ceased protection into hiding their faces and beautiful voice. Children—too young to vote in this election. Where are the flag bearers singing “All”? that every person’s right is to express, that you matter, even when you feel small, and Trans is valid—we stand for progress.

100 Poems in 100 Days Challenge -by Kaye Spivey

[jempai]

the distance between              my affections and ability to touch their sinuosity              is itself a felt silence called sun. Sun rises              without provocation over a frozen stream that frustrates              reflection, but will by the time a pulse is palpable,              have thawed and grown clear again, permitting me to see              a tree surface, distort, flow.

Ted Mathys, “Let Muddy Water Sit and It Grows Clear”

[nickbottom]