What was an avalanche played a fawn and
did it cleanly. I weighted. You, who fish
on the flatbed, we are a parliament.
The theory of perilous and the pleasure of a boot
coming down. Down addiction, down. That’s a
grief, girl. I trust that you know all of the dinosaurs in
the city. The gender of hush is press press. Periphrastic.
I holy cleavage. And of subjunctive, I holy this.
About Me
- TC
- gender-queer feminist, photographer, thinker, and poet. anti-racist, anti-oppression, pink lovin' queer. in 2004, my sonnet crown, “Beg Approval,” was chosen by Matthea Harvey for the University of Arizona /Academy of American Poets Award. In 2006, selections from Reconstruction of a Bird were chosen as the runner up in the Arizona Statewide Poetry Competition by Olga Broumas. In 2009 and 2010, my manuscript, Gephyromania, was a finalist for the Sawtooth Poetry Prize from Ahsahta Press. in 2010, my work won the Arizona State Poetry competition chosen by Linda Russo. my poems can be found, or are forthcoming, in The Drunken Boat, The Pinch, Shampoo, Volt, A Trunk of Delirium, and jubilat.
1 comment:
this is so beautiful, tc. i just keep reading this poem over and over. lovely.
-eli who used to live in tucson who now lives in seattle, hello.
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