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Moon-crested jungle-cat mother,
reigning supreme over prehistoric princesses,
a goddess besmeared with the glowing juice
of late-night drag walks and sleeved hearts,
who runs rabbit with queens and fluid June
jumpers, striding down the emerald aisles
of theory and fancy, calling nothing home
but justice.

Strings of fate bind tighter than blood.
We find our families in trees and boxes,
on classroom rosters or barstools
rather than wombs and natural cradles.
Genetics do not define the pull
of the yearning soul or sate
the itch inside, which reaches
for some tender hand in the darkness
to pull one from the chilling earth.

How we find our kin cannot be replicated
by the toss of DNA die. But in the fretting
of this windswept mortal sea, I give gratitude
to have been pulled
into your soothing tide.
Childers
Birthday poem for a friend.
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And in this phantasm, flu-dream:
the slender hind, oak-bodied elk
trumpets out in the foggy elms,
soak-mossed and frog-hailed,
weeping of their tribulations
from the fires of ages,
horns scorched by human thunder;

an archivist owl scribes down
every fairy birth in the willows,
recipes for elf-balm and shot-heal,
gossip from the rabbit den,
chittering of new twigs and thistles,
renunciations of cursed hounds
never to heel at the beck
of another master
but to wander, lost, a bastard race
to die in the crack-hallow pines;

undines diving, caked with frond
and froth in the wind-swept hollow,
their ponds pith and pitch with soot,
sooth-saying of ship-wrecks on far-tossed
shores, dreaming of mergirls with pearl eyes
and pebble teeth, to comb cockles from their hair,
to kiss the breath of sailor death
into their dark backwater mouths;

a grain of sand, a cup of tea,
misery lamented, one dark drop of ink
on a fingertip - my words so described -
to smudge the tabletop of time
with my twittering tremble,
to darken the halls of the ancients,
buffed gleaming like dagger of Romeo's doom,
with my step -
so hesitant, a quaver, like hoof before harpoon -
seems sacrilege.

Do not send Dickenson's Fire Brigade for me.
These words will musk and oleander like a bouquet:
better to spread for the birds to pick
and weave into a cradle.
Lule
Lule is Albanian for "flower."
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Jesse is no longer in my repertoire.
A plinkering of piano keys
my fingers will not replicate;
the stutter of bassoons,
tumble-scratch of flutes,
one long wavering key
that died out, hissing,
wrestling a crash
of prolonged thunder.

Slanted light of morning
that breathed heat
on flicker-scritch lids;
walks, frosted neon,
your mahogany eyes
like moonshine for mine,
pancakes pregnant with syrup,
house-shopping from tattered
retail windows, hands locked,
hearts open;
last nights of silence
whipped up in razor winds
cutting deeper than words,
wounding parts of me
I thought lost decades by
closed fists, fits of pique,
stone mantelpieces chippping teeth;
no more, this is no more,
a final email like the last
Morse code message of the ages;


A last viola whine to wind
down a tremulous solo,
and the trumpet crescendos
in a crash of rage and white light -
this man is forever lost to me.
Strike down the band, curtain call
the symphony, and be done with melodrama.
These hands will never call again the keys
that composed these petty pities.
A requiem for bad taste:
beginning of the future.
Unglucksfall
Unglücksfall (n.) German: trouble, bad luck, calamity. 

Inspired by a talk with a good friend and Robert Frobisher's letters in Cloud Atlas. And my asshole ex.
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The sins of the parents
truncated in us, in this
pitiful melodrama:
your childish cries - “Harm!” -
resound with imagined wounds.
What salt have you hallucinated
in your eyes this time?
What bid for mercy do you puke
for phantasmal offense?

I have done my penitence
on many men’s beds,
spit solitude,
masticated misery
like well-hung fruit.

Your princely pathos
was a Tigris not crossed
by any mortal Psyche,
and no click of fingertips
along sallow vertebrae
or lick of tongue could sate
that Charybdis which whines
inside your hallows.

The plum dip of your bum,
ample plush of your lips
are pithy trivia that warm
a crumbling structure within me
still believing in eternal good;
otherwise nothing but shrieking wind
rakes your heart, a golden rind masking
the whir of computation.
Asimov
Cross me, and you will be soundly destroyed via poetry.
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Wash me with your eyes closed.
Move down with the moistnesses,
the pop-button supple flesh,
this body, its leaks and creases,
striped and leather-bound,
damp tendrils caressing
like kisses,
a living benediction.

Lather where the hairs grow
and make me into Bambi.
Rude absolution,
human-tuned waterfall.
I am not a marble marvel.
Minutes make markers on my cheeks.
But there is time, there is time.
Finger where the architect slipped
and ponder what hiccups have come
to bring us under the water.
There is time, there is time.

Washed clean, smooth half-moons
of my fingernails -
the ringing of the sea.
The Roman Bath
I wanted this to be better, but I thought of it while I was in the bath and by the time I was dressed and out, it was mostly gone. Maybe I will return to it soon and rework it.
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Cameron Fèidh Sídhe
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I am a transgender, disabled, published author of two poetry compilations. My work has been featured in several compilations and specialty publications as well as student newspapers and other outlets.

Currently I attend University of Illinois-Chicago, majoring in British Literature and minoring in Classics and Gender and Women's Studies. I intend to pursue a graduate degree in Conflict Studies, with the hopes of becoming a professor and consultant aiming to eradicate sexual violence against women and the disabled and understanding sexual violence and the dynamics of disability throughout history. I work at two nonprofits, the Better Business Bureau and Porchlight Counseling Services, a nonprofit which provides free counseling to individuals who have been sexually assaulted during college. In my free time I kayak, care for my two ferrets and guinea pig, read nonfiction focusing on anthropology and criminology, and learn more about any topic that strikes my fancy. I hope to move to Scotland upon completion of my undergraduate degree and am seeking a Fulbright to continue my research.

Professionally, academically, and personally, I conduct and pursue research related to disability, sexual violence, gender, spirituality, and interdisciplinary methods of understanding the links between these subjects. Those who are interested in these avenues of study are free to contact me at cameron.sidhe@gmail.com.
Slowly but surely I'm edging my way along the corridor of life. Things are moving along in strange jumps and starts. My future is secure but lacking, and I'm slightly afraid. I'm working on a Fulbright proposal but don't have an affiliate. Anyone who has any idea of a professional in Scotland who would be interested in a project exploring disability, gender, and spirituality in prehistoric Scotland should definitely contact me.

Other than that, life is plodding along. School starts in one day less than a month and I have a great deal to do to prepare. My ex-boyfriend is being gun-shy about seeing me, and that relationship is petering out. I expect that within the month we will have stopped talking completely. This is disappointing. Other than that, I am horribly bored at my main job and terribly energized about my second one, and slightly embarrassed about the amount of money I'm making there. Things are moving. Just not as I had intended.

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