An Ordinary Crisis | Connie Wanek

Jun. 24th, 2017 09:35 pm
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“An Ordinary Crisis”
Connie Wanek

I don’t recall what final unfairness
made me pack to run away, whether it was
fall or spring. Either matched my haste.
Everything I needed fit into a pillowcase.

I had read about hobos, stuffed bandanas
on a stick, jackets lined with grass for warmth.
I knew what I was doing. My cousin
had taught me how to whistle.

I was crying, though; I remember that.
It’s so much harder to cry now
unless I see someone dear overwhelmed,
especially a man. I suffer a diminished

capacity to drag a dirty pillowcase
through a ditch. At the border, staring toward
the railroad tracks, into the immensity,
my mother found me and ordered me back

to the house. A little relieved, I obeyed.
I’ve always come home, or
wanted to. I’ve always been easy to convince,
given the least kindness.

Prompt for 2017-06-24

Jun. 24th, 2017 11:27 pm
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Today's prompt is "a bed in the forest".

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Jun. 23rd, 2017 08:51 pm
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I hope it's alright for me to post this here.
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”Why We Don’t Have Children”
Anthony Frame

We wrap inside each other, all legs and arms
and lips, skin that burns at the touch, her hand
on my chest, my hand beneath the blankets.
She opens her eyes and we speak without tongues,
a tribute to the warmth of breath, and outside
the sirens wail again. They killed the boy only
a few hours from here. It took only two seconds.
Tonight, we wrap inside each other and remember
why we don’t have children. Her pink hands
carving sentences into my back, my freckled ears
against her chest, dancing with her heartbeat.
Last week, the cop who stopped me as I walked
to work, his hand ready at his hip, telling me
to take it easy. It’s winter and I’ve yet to lose
my tan but he’s always too far to see. He’s here
in the bedroom, him and the boy, as we try
to drown out the sirens with our bodies,
our eyes and hair loaded with snow. I could dare
a barrel into a staring match but it only takes
two seconds to kill a boy. Faster than the sound
of cicadas. We refuse the bruises of blood,
we want to honor the thrust of history, the trust
inside each splitting cell, so we wrap ourselves
within each other, away from the constant sirens.
We fumble our flesh, our mouths wide enough
to swallow the world. I trace myself along her belly,
grateful for its emptiness. Selfishness is a sin
we can live with. When we leave, we’ll leave
nothing behind. The love we make, we take with us.

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Jun. 23rd, 2017 05:17 pm
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Prompt for 2017-06-23

Jun. 23rd, 2017 10:28 pm
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Today's prompt is "a promise that I won't be able to keep".

Friday glee has a little adventure

Jun. 23rd, 2017 11:15 am
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The Friday post of glee is where you get to tell us about your climbing-related happiness this week.

It can be a new achievement or adventure, or just that you climbed and had fun; it can be that your favourite climbing wall is expanding or that you bought new rock shoes or that you found a cool ice-climbing vid on YouTube. No glee is too small -- or too big. Members are encouraged to cheer each other on and share the squee.

N.B. Please feel free to post your glee on any day of the week; the Friday glee is just to get the ball rolling.

To enhance this week's glee: totally stealing from UKC, but this vid of James Pearson's new E10 7a really is great.

Suicides | Faith Shearin

Jun. 22nd, 2017 09:36 pm
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Faith Shearin

There was the one who walked into a river
with her pockets full of stones and the one
who started her car with the garage door closed,
determined to drive herself elsewhere.
The youngest went into the kitchen
and placed her head where she had
so often placed chickens or hams.
These were the women whose voices
I carried in my backpacks, whose books
moved with me from one city to another
and, one day, I realized I had outlived
all of them. I was sad that they could
not describe the other world,
that they offered no map to old age.
Was it dangerous to write? I began
to walk more carefully beside rivers,
to eat cold food, to let someone else
back the car out of the driveway.

Prompt for 2017-06-22

Jun. 22nd, 2017 10:45 pm
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Today's prompt is "going back to where it all began".

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Jun. 22nd, 2017 09:01 am
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Possums and communism are basically my whole life.

Context is locked; QWP.
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“For My Daughter in Reply to a Question”
David Ignatow

We’re not going to die.
We’ll find a way.
We’ll breathe deeply
and eat carefully.
We’ll think always on life.
There’ll be no fading for you or for me.
We’ll be the first
and we’ll not laugh at ourselves ever
and your children will be my grandchildren.
Nothing will have changed
except by addition.
There’ll never be another as you
and never another as I.
No one ever will confuse you
nor confuse me with another.
We will not be forgotten and passed over
and buried under the births and deaths to come.

Adventures Elsewhere — May 2017

Jun. 21st, 2017 06:21 pm
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Adventures Elsewhere collects our reviews, guest posts, articles, and other content we've spread across the Internet recently! See what we've been up in our other projects. :D

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I created [community profile] 10variations for Dreamwidth because it was an old concept from Livejournal that I used to love and many people felt inspired by, and I thought it would be nice to recreate it for a better, safer and cleaner platform like Dreamwidth :3

It's a community where you post a batch of 10 icons each time, made out of the same image but all different (according to a set of themes). It's best if you look at the profile to understand the concept! I hope you will like it and participate, I will participate also :3
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Title: Electric Lady
Fandom: Steven Universe
Vidder: [personal profile] frayadjacent 
Song: Electric Lady (edited for length) by Janelle Monáe
Summary: Watch the water turn to wine
Premiered at VidUKon 2017

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Blue Vase | Cynthia Zarin

Jun. 20th, 2017 09:32 pm
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“Blue Vase”
Cynthia Zarin

Because you like to sleep with curtains drawn,
       at dawn I rose and pulled the velvet tight.

You stirred, then set your hand back on my hip,
      the bed a ship in sleep’s doubled plunging

wave on wave, until as though a lighthouse
     beam had crossed the room: the vase between

the windows suddenly ablaze, a spirit,
       seized, inside its amethyst blue gaze.  

What’s that? you said. A slip of light, untamed,
      had turned the vase into a crystal ball,

whose blue eye looked back at us, amazed, two
      sleepers startled in each other’s arms,

while day lapped at night’s extinguished edge,
           adrift between the past and future tense,

       a blue moon for an instant caught in its chipped
                sapphire—love enduring, give or take.

Prompt for 2017-06-20

Jun. 20th, 2017 08:34 pm
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Today's prompt is 'nearly dawn'.

Wonder Woman: Oh Mama No by chaila

Jun. 20th, 2017 01:08 am
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Vid Title: Oh Mama No
Vidder: [personal profile] chaila 
Fandom: Wonder Woman
Summary: An inheritance that you can't deny. Diana, daughter of Hippolyta, child of Themyscira.
Reccer's Comments: Another Wonder Woman vid I love!


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