deer_ebooks



You do this, you do.

You take the things you love and tear them apart
or you pin them down with your body and pretend they’re yours.

guillaumemorissette:

professional cat walker summer 2k14

guillaumemorissette:

professional cat walker summer 2k14

The answers I received in response to an interview I conducted with guillaumemorissette were absolutely fantastic! You’re great, man. Also, congrats on the cat-walking gig.

I’m really looking forward to seeing the published article, finishing New Tab, and reviewing it, too. 

1.

I’m the steady center of a spinning world.
The cells in me are strengthening.

Suddenly there is a meadow in the ocean.

2.

These days they’re calling me
by another name.

The clouds are placeholders
waiting for me to say something.

Anything is good enough.
For instance, let’s say the body

is another kind of evening.
And for the sake of the body, I will not speak

of the moon, of its moving parts,
pardoning my mouth.

3.

We want to believe everything has meaning.
Plums blossom over a power grid

and I am in love again. The shame of it.
Smokestacks rise into the clouds of your face.

Ash to ash to ash.
We can not tell what is what.

4.

I stand in a doorway, a vase
of colorless flowers. The same of it.

Thin white stems. My face, loosening
in water. How becoming of me,

this rattling meadow.

5.

The cold cut of a star melts.
Tell me, what are we supposed to dissolve for?

The little crow of your lungs kicking
the winding manors

of the heart.

6.

A farm hunkers down.
An antler shines cleanly in water.

Please don’t get lonely
cutting a potato in half and again.

Let the comets pass
above our heads.

7.

These little triangles of pity
repeat a mountain range.

I am always finding ways to be offended.
I have lost my coat to no
wind. The roots of an evergreen knit me

a crown, my head in moss.
This too is a moment.

8.

I walk around with all my violent decisions.
Once, I took a sword to the wind.

The rattling earth cut my mouth.
A tree with white limbs will grow there one day.

9.

If I could imagine you in a field of grain working.

When the blood in my brain forms an aria,
this is the song I will give to you.

Asphalt spilling into the open field.

10.

An ant runs across my thigh
and falls. Rain fills a construction tarp

to make the lake we swim in,
waves suffering none.
—Jane Wong, “Clearing” (via renegadetongue)

(Source: ostrichreview.com)

http://ciudades-otras.tumblr.com/post/92271366876/who-gets-to-write-trans-lit-writing-anything

ciudades-otras:

Who gets to write trans lit? Writing anything takes time and energy. Writing a sophisticated text that’s in conversation with similar, prior texts and has a critical, self-aware point of view - a text that’s founded in something real, relatable, specific - requires even more from the author. So what trans people have the time and energy to write? What trans people have the support and mental health to write? What trans people are secure enough in their employment/income and housing and day to day life to write?

The answers to all of this are obvious. Even before looking ahead at which of us are (currently, actually) being published and in which publications and who the possible readers are we can already see that the most marginalized trans people are being left out of trans lit and it is because trans lit is not interested in including them. (Here I’m talking about the publishers and institutions and individuals who very consciously talk about creating their own trans lit.)

Because I’ve hardly seen any efforts to create an inclusive trans lit. I haven’t seen sustainable writing workshops for trans youth of color. I haven’t seen grants (unconditional transfers of money) for rural, isolated trans people to be safer and have the ability to write their novels. I haven’t seen magazines that prioritize and pay for and preserve the writing of black trans women. I haven’t seen conscious, organized networks for established trans writers to mentor/encourage unpublished trans people who want to write but lack the skill or practice. And so on. And without these sorts of interventions, trans lit will tend to reproduce the same (race, disability, geographic) hierarchies that are so predictable because we see them everywhere else we look.

radioactivemoat:

GUESS WHAT? NEXT YEAR WE CAN ALL GET LOST IN THIS SHIMMERING PATCH POCKET, THIS SOURCE OF LUNG!!THE PULP VS. THE THRONE by Carrie Lorig (Artifice Books, 2015) Cover by Evan Scott Bryson.

radioactivemoat:

GUESS WHAT? NEXT YEAR WE CAN ALL GET LOST IN THIS SHIMMERING PATCH POCKET, THIS SOURCE OF LUNG!!

THE PULP VS. THE THRONE by Carrie Lorig (Artifice Books, 2015)

Cover by Evan Scott Bryson.

White Crown Press, Small Press Fantasy Publisher

thewritingcafe:

White Crown Press is a brand new, independent publisher that specialises in fantasy literature. Through this blog we hope to discover talented young or unnoticed writers and get them the exposure they deserve. As well as publishing writers, we hope to use this blog to follow, develop and promote the best of Tumblr’s writing community, by running features, holding competitions, posting writing tips and resources etc, while building up a following that can help us influence the literary world. Whether you’re a writer or a reader, following us will soon bring a lot of talent to your dashboard!

If you have any ideas, questions, writing, ramblings etc (honestly, anything really) then please get in touch with us! We’re available through ask or our website.