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A (Is My Name)

Me in a smattering of letters and drawings that come together loosely in poetry and memoir. I tend to write in a way that is heartbreaking and funny. I am a disabled dyke and proud to be here at 50+ years old.

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Jul 27, 2026
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  1. Issue · Jul 27, 2026

    FAX (opens the original)

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    This is not a poem, or is it? Maybe it is a love letter, to me, to you, and, even to those who hate us. Being alive, if you’re doing it right, is fucking painful, it is confusing and brutal, beautiful and joyful. Not meant to be some easy thing we sail through under sunshine and a clear blue sky, yet, that is the lie we are born into, what we strive for, and, when we are near death, feel like failures for having never achieved. I am Nonbinary, Trans, Queer, Disabled. I know my own struggles, thi

  2. Issue · Jul 24, 2026

    One of Many (opens the original)

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    She visits me in a dreamWe are in a cabinShe knows I love the mountainsHer face has changed but what of her heartShe is sorry, so very sorryI am confused, so very confusedShe advances into my space reaching outI freeze my feet unmoving stuck in placeWe are so close now I can feel the heat of her skinShe pulls my face to hers kissing my lipsHer tongue is covered in fur like a catWe are not meant for this my gut lets me knowShe turns and leaves me stranded with no way home

  3. Issue · Jul 16, 2026

    Cancer In My 8th House (opens the original)

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    I am told I have great potential for emotional liberationConsumed, I feel it beating at these wallsI am told I have great potential for transformationNurturing parts big and small that want to disappearNo longer clinging to familiar, the me I wish to be emerges Celestial Divination reaches out a hand cradling meNo longer THAT body, I will tell you I am a shooting starBehold as my scars become beauty marks<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!Q

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