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I bring my journals out of the house

I am a sieve; the world is a geyser filtered through

You can’t hear, it’s deafening

The flow wanes as I choke and clot with “life”

A void opens .

Rectangles of leather, carsick, pressed leaves, bus timetables

Scrape those crusty clots, clearing a way

My journals bring me out of the house.

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Weightless Soul

Soar in my dreams

Dancing iridescent winged serpents

Mingle in flocks

Shed tears and angel feathers

Amber sky holding crimson beaches

Men of ivory and gold

Toil curiously in fields and towns

Beneath

But our open sea-sky awaits them too

On a day when we all feel weightless

The Day of our Grand Ballet

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Grocery Store Lobster

Always too bright to see

But I can feel my friends are in here with me

Sometimes they leave and I don't know where to

I hope there is food for them where they go

I don't remember when I last ate or could move my big claws

But I just felt someone brush my antenna

So I know at least I'm not alone

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Her Lady, The Barn Spider

Called out of the woodwork and into the morning sun

No pig to vamp for, or Aesopian script to follow

Just cast my silk into the wind and wait

Swing, weave this orb, this grid spiraling out beyond my sense of space

Anchored to a structure I cannot reckon

Settle into the center, grounded in midair, suspended but ready to strike

Hungry, but not restless and bristly like a furred beast. The meal is on the way.

I did my piece, and I will know when the next step comes.

It comes as a vibration and ends with liquefaction.

So send to me those biters and stinkers and stingers and uglies

They find their final home here

For they had no place amongst the many giant feet to begin with

Scurrying and shouting in a silent buzz,

"There's more of us than you, and we were here first. Mind yourself, please."

Tell it to my deafened ears. My web traps all.

Your secrets and desires, your enemies and hexes, and the tiny delicate loves

It's all nourishing to me. So join me on this perfect woven silk orb some time.

We can just be still, losing nothing but knowing soon

We'll be dancing and feasting this year

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Ummmm I kinda just finished my first zine, everybody…it has some of my oc poetry from this blog with a new poem I wrote this year and it’s called Spineless Lovers. I’ve been working on it for a year now and I’m very excited for people to get to read it. It’s just waiting a couple finishing touches before I do my first print run. Let me know if you want a copy, I’m willing to ship within the continental US if you’re willing to pay postage+cover price.

Since I’m currently unemployed and waiting on disability and in desperate need of ANY kind of income right now, I’ll be selling physical copies (hopefully in local independent bookstores? I have reason to hope for this 🤞🏻), as well as a digital PWYW version on my itch page. Hoping to make community copies available with that as well for other trans and/or disabled folks that maybe are in similar financial situations to myself, ha. I’m also hoping to set up a ko-fi before I go to print, but I still have to look into that. Much to do!

Anyways that’s just a lil bit of what’s been cooking this summer! I’m doing a lot of open mics and workshops and stuff, I’m going to a poetry publishing workshop this weekend actually.

Hope everyone that reads this lil update is doing just swell today 💖 you should send me asks related to invertebrates or bugs or vermin, im not an entomologist but im an artist that likes bugs a lot so maybe i can make up an answer?

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"me at 21" has been going around

not really on tumblr, but maybe it has, idk. but i don't put up old photos, i don't like that idea for myself. so here's this

me or myself at 21: a poem bc i'm not showin y'all that drunk baby boy in visual form, sry

bunk bed, roll out keystone light pyramid toppled longboard, music bumps, speed bumps 30 rack over the shoulder downhill and to the riverbanks closing in on the edge of the edge

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Letter from One Clam to Another

Dear Sister,

To begin, I want to apologize for misgendering you in my last letter.

I heard a joke about bivalve salutations

But like most jokes about assigning a gender based on sex

It just didn't make me laugh.

We could have two million siblings by now,

So many of us born brothers to one another

Did I lose a brother when you became my sister?

Or was it when you became…what did you say they called you again?

A 'Hermaphrodite'?

Like the God? The one borne of that seafoam lady?

Or was it when you and the other godly clam

had your own 2 million children?

I'm just joking, of course.

I lost you when they took you to the aquarium.

I get that since we filter feed,

it doesn't much matter how big the water

we find ourselves in may be,

Atlantic coastline…saltwater tank in Florida…

We always make it.

But, I still miss you so much. I love you.

Please write back soon.

Love,

Your NEWEST Jersey Coast sister!

P.S. Did you see what I did?! My organs make eggs now! I think I'm having LARVA!

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Okay so why is this pro bug blog titled so violently?

It’s cuz this guy is wanted by the United States Department of Agriculture. All Points Bulletin: Invasive species, likes grapes, very pretty wings.

And you know what they say when the United States tells you to commit acts of violent murder indiscriminately to every member of a species in sight including the children and especially the eggs…you strap those big stompers up to your hips and you get to stompin and scraping the tree bark for egg sacks. That’s the most efficient they say, the eggs. Freeze them or seal them with hand sanitizer and that’s 50 dead in a matter of minutes. The adults are wily and like jump so it can take some stomps, but they won’t be any match for the soles and heels.

For real though, long story long I’ve heard many officials pleading with the public to assist in the extermination of these fruit devouring Southeast Asian flying bois. I’m not saying “save invasive species” because I’ve seen first hand the damage they do. I’ve had zebra mussels in the bilge tank if you know what I mean, not fun times.

So am I gonna murder these on sight? Maybe. It wouldn’t be surprising. How will I feel after? I cannot know until the fear or the rage leaves me. If I feel at all.

I’ve never been stomped to death for being on the wrong side of the planet as a result of some process i as a bug have no hope to conceive of. I don’t know if it would change anything if I also knew that it was done to stabilize the price of apples, grapes, and wine. But this is this place I go to in order to think about such things.

There will be bugs here. And also uhh wet slimy things, and words about them. You’ve been made aware now.