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They say the ostrich,
swallowed
until flight
became
sandbag,
mouth too full
of fear
to pray.
They say the ostrich
bowed its chin,
lost everything
when it
looked away.
#nanopoblano2018 #nablopomo
Black plumes
hold me
safe in sleep,
from nightmares
where I am
birdseed buried.
Mouth full of caw,
I beg for voice
to fall
from feathers:
float
back to bark
and tree,
and tree and nest,
and nest and bite,
and bite
and
rest.
#nablopomo #nanopoblano2018 #InstaRarasaur
Scorpio season! Happy birthday, Shy!🦂🎶🎉
INK, the exhibition, tells the story of stories told on skin and pans the gamut of tattoo culture, from Naval to prison to zoot suit influence. It also features a few individual stories, where ink sees people through gender identity struggles, loss, faith wavering, self- understanding and more. It's very much worth checking out, and runs till Feb 3. (And, remember, the MOLAA is free on Sundays.) #LongBeachCA #molaa #museumoflatinamericanart #tattoo #prison #chicana
To a new fish,
every sigh
from the sky
is a pelican cry;
every wave
of the sea,
a goodbye.
#NewGirlsInJailAreCalledFish #nablopomo #nanopoblano2018 #prison #instararasaur #igpoetry #poetrycommunity #day10
(I assign a string value of your name to the variable love
and write to your ears();
nest myself in a syntax not hacked
but compiled;
like perl in oyster in reef;
beginning in smalltalk,
opening in saltwater,
declaring a constant into existence
until the heron invokes shell
and calls code;
and then
we run together (); your warm arm brackets
keeping us
close
)
#nanopoblano2018 #nablopomo #doesAnyoneStillCodeInSmalltalk #perlIsALanguageNotATypo #gibberishish #code #igpoetry #programmer #InstaRarasaur #instapoetry
My life has frightened the mynah
perched on my brainstem.
Her mimicry is trapped in my head.
When I close my eyes at night,
she says my world
is dead
... dead.
........ dead.
#nanopoblano2018 #nablopomo #ptsd #anxiety #whyILoveItWhenPeopleReachOutAndSayHey
I spent a beautiful few hours with the lovely Dani today. It's always a treat to spend time with my best-blogging-buddies.
#allsmiles #aheartonthematter #pressers #tutuconvention #blokin
To get rid of the pigeons in our cities,
we feed them birth control,
or kill them outright
with a shock to their nerves
that traps them in convulsions
until they die.
To get rid of the pigeons in our cities,
we make it illegal to love them,
to feed them,
to house them.
We put barbed wire where their feet might go,
and spikes where their wings might spread,
and tar where they might set down their babies.
Our native pigeons are dying,
we've taken what they need to live.
The pigeons we see everywhere...
we bought them here.
For tourism.
We called free things dollars,
and when they no longer turned profit,
we called them useless,
and when they survived despite us,
we called them pests,
and when they tell their children
that this is home,
we insist it isn't.
103 years later.
We insist it isn't.
And I know there is more to this issue--
I know I've gotten things blurred.
But this story is so familiar,
I forget we're discussing a bird. .
.
.
"In 1915, California bought 150 pigeons to the Panama-California Exposition as a tourist attraction. It was successful, but when the show eventually ended, there was no more use for the birds." #nanopoblano2018 #nablopomo #californiahistory
