#softgods

[filter-kaapi]

JANUARY

i haven’t exhaled since the last year since time felt airless like careless paper in wind

december left me with ice along my spine, cold bones have learnt brittleness,wielding sharp sword arcs

make some war-eyed goddess proud, this infernality froths unseen & unheard

while the four-eyed one blinks oblong light across his namesake, light & dark, equal measure I hunt for storm & calm this new beginning.

-t.r

[yvesolade]

DECEMBER

and anyway, I never cried. the whole time, not once. God moulded some people out of clay, but I was chiselled out of stone &   stones don’t bleed & they damn well don’t cry and neither do boys & somehow I was both I mean, rock & more rock.   and I’m saying all this to the carnations by the window & she she gives me that look. The one where she’s clearly thinking   about my capital-T Trauma & says, so? so you never cried and, so what did you do?                            & God, I say, I don’t know. I say, I wrote about grief I say, I wrote out grief I wrote: grief, grief, grief, grief, grief   and didn’t stop until I couldn’t feel it anymore.   the whole damn year was violence and anger and grief. I think December had moved into my body.

[homeandash]

okay but all the magnetic poetry posts on your blog? goals. i love it! 😳😍

Omg pls do one yourself it’s so much fun, and I want to reblog everyone’s poems. We’re starting a magnet collective okay.  

[strangerfhings-blog]

y’all i’m moving to @kocshei

[poemsforpersephone]

i loved you and your blog before but now that i know you like 1d? i love you even more tbh 💕

ahh thank you!! yess i seem to have fallen down the 1d hole and as we speak im listening to home on repeat. its been like this for at least an hour and it doesn’t seem likely to change anytime soon 

[yvesolade]

bloodsport

a micro-chapbook about bodies, violence & hunting. available for download here. free, but donations of £1 or £2 (or more, if you’re feeling generous) would be really appreciated.

[yvesolade]

                                          you wanted to love him in a way that didn’t hurt & now you know that isn’t love at all. sometimes, you still want it. Meanwhile, all the blue in the world is burning, even if you won’t look at it.

from “Something I’d Lie About”, by Yves Olade published in Kingdoms in the Wild, Issue #1

[yvesolade]

                 & I couldn’t help it. I was dangerous a thing & I knew it. I nearly drowned my bodies holding them under the waves; baptised them in the water of a shallow bath, vying to kill the shaking & the victim & the rage—

                     & rising like a Lazarus from a salt-water lake, I prayed to have become something else. I wanted to be anything but irredeemable, even if that thing was dead.

Yves Olade,  from “Red Tempest” upcoming in Issue I of Horn & Ivory, Baptisms: A Beginning