Chartreuse Poetry

I have not maintained this blog in some time. There are numerous reasons for this, the largest being that I don’t have enough new original content to keep up a steady pace of sharing poems. I also would like to start keeping new poems offline to increase my submissions at online journals. This is not, however, the end! I am still writing poems and still competing in slams. I have just opened a new website at chartreusepoetry.com where I’ll be posting events, updates, and poems. I even have a shop up where you can buy my most recent chapbook, “Between Silent and Screaming,” or even have a chapbook custom made for you or someone you care about! My next chapbook will be releasing sometime in the next couple months as well, and will be for sale there when it comes out. In the meantime, I am queuing this announcement to reblog a few times a day so you lovely folks know where you can find my work. This blog will likely be deleted within the week. To keep up with my daily shenanigans, you can follow my personal blog at @bigender-ninja-princess. Thank you all for your endless and generous support, and I hope to keep hearing from you!

I have not maintained this blog in some time. There are numerous reasons for this, the largest being that I don’t have enough new original content to keep up a steady pace of sharing poems. I also would like to start keeping new poems offline to increase my submissions at online journals. This is not, however, the end! I am still writing poems and still competing in slams. I have just opened a new website at chartreusepoetry.com where I’ll be posting events, updates, and poems. I even have a shop up where you can buy my most recent chapbook, “Between Silent and Screaming,” or even have a chapbook custom made for you or someone you care about! My next chapbook will be releasing sometime in the next couple months as well, and will be for sale there when it comes out. In the meantime, I am queuing this announcement to reblog a few times a day so you lovely folks know where you can find my work. This blog will likely be deleted within the week. To keep up with my daily shenanigans, you can follow my personal blog at @bigender-ninja-princess. Thank you all for your endless and generous support, and I hope to keep hearing from you!

I have not maintained this blog in some time. There are numerous reasons for this, the largest being that I don’t have enough new original content to keep up a steady pace of sharing poems. I also would like to start keeping new poems offline to increase my submissions at online journals. This is not, however, the end! I am still writing poems and still competing in slams. I have just opened a new website at chartreusepoetry.com where I’ll be posting events, updates, and poems. I even have a shop up where you can buy my most recent chapbook, “Between Silent and Screaming,” or even have a chapbook custom made for you or someone you care about! My next chapbook will be releasing sometime in the next couple months as well, and will be for sale there when it comes out. In the meantime, I am queuing this announcement to reblog a few times a day so you lovely folks know where you can find my work. This blog will likely be deleted within the week. To keep up with my daily shenanigans, you can follow my personal blog at @bigender-ninja-princess. Thank you all for your endless and generous support, and I hope to keep hearing from you!

Claudia Rankine (via bostonpoetryslam)

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NOT ANOTHER DEAD LESBIAN by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

excerpt from “11 Days (Instead Of Calling You)” by Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)

earth stuffs its throat of it. my wings stick to the sediments, a yearning to be buried. to not get up again. to give up. hoofprints askew, confused.

Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib, interviewed for Puerto del Sol’s Black Voices Series (via bostonpoetryslam)

When I return to my car in the parking lot,  I expect to find it tipped onto its side in a ditch or curled into the fetal position around a telephone pole or at least to find a dent or a scratch even just a bad parking job - something as askew as my hair and my breathing. My parking job is tidy and precise. The sky above ought to be roiling and dark as my brain, but is instead a perfect, oblivious blue and the hospital, which seemed to loom and glower six hours ago, now only yawns behind me like a well-fed cat, too tired to chase my pattering mouse-heart, at least not for now. It doesn’t take long for the hospital to wither in my rearview, leaving no physical evidence of my last six hours save for a hospital bracelet and the fresh, creeping bruise left by the blood work. My foot does not attack the gas pedal. I do not push my Prius until its engine whines in the sad, simpering way that only a Prius can. My phone crouches in the passenger seat, dead and silent rather than crumbling with rust, an imaginary corrosion I like to think grows from the texts festering in its memory. There is no blood. No scars besides the fast-fading imprints of my teeth where I bit my knuckles to hold back a scream. There is no burnt rubber on my breath. By the evening, the hospital, the parking lot, and the crisis doctors feel like little more than a fever dream as my friend tells me that of those who attempt suicide, very few attempt it twice. And I clutch my not-rusted phone, where behind its dark screen a browser is still open on a webpage explaining what will happen if you check yourself into the hospital for suicidal thoughts. And I almost tell him how far I swerved, how heavenly it felt to push the pedal to the floor  and listen to my car whimper, almost ask him if he smells something burning. But I do not point it out because he did not mention it first, because I am afraid of his normal, afraid of the way normal people scowl at burnt rubber and run when they smell the smoke.

Erin Schick, “Ableism in Metaphor,” didistutter.org

Honey Sanaa - “You Are What You Eat” (via iamyannababy) Check out the full poem. (via buttonpoetry)

Trista Mateer, 4/23 (via larmoyante)

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