Been a productive day

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Wrote this ages ago for a poetry competition. I make no great claims of literary worth, but I stick by the sentiment still.

Am I but hollow, a void, an unwrit cheque?
And will gender fill me up, or I be empty still?
From a mister to a Ms, my journey long begun.
And I wonder what price gender to be won.

I dreamed myself full of figure, of shape and ( Read more... )

(read to the tune of No Place Like London from Sweeney Todd)


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Summer, here again.
Southern Hemisphere swelters,
But not yet, you see! :)

I was watching an episode of NORTHERN EXPOSURE where Holling Vincoeur and Phil Capra started quoting poetry. It sounded vaguely familiar and then they gave it a source - Robert W. Service. I still couldn't place the name and looked it up on the Wikipedia. A poet of the Yukon and the West. And what did I find, but Project Gutenberg has seven of his ( Read more... )

Heard from a new friend today
  She told me Mother'd been telling her things
    and that she'd come to it just like I had.
      In dreams
      and visions.

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Last night turned out to be a really good night for me.

I'd spent the day preparing for Gender X Genre. I went to the uni and printed 20 copies of "Transitions Vol. 1", a 40 page collection of my poetry (Vol. 2 will be my Prose). I went straight to town, dropping a copy off to Liz at 2nd Life on the way. I happened to meet Dean (who lives and ( Read more... )

The tension never goes
  it stays and stay and stays
    the band across me chest
      squeezes me for days.

Relax but a minute
  that's hard to do
    but rest I must
      if only how I knew.