A smattering of hopefully good things

Hello visitor!

This is my blog. It's for my poetry except when I forget about my side blog, @feamyngthesuperb.

Everything I post here is entirely my own work. I'm not super active but I post occasionally whenever I'm able to write. Hope you enjoy your stay!

Name: Fell or Cassidy are both fine!

Pronouns: They/it/she/thon, but please feel free to run any neopronouns by me!

Who I am: I'm a 21-year-old genderfluid entity and college student living in the US (unfortunately). On HRT since 11th August 2025. Queer, Gay and on the aromantic spectrum. Transfem but in an Oscar Wilde way.

Interests: Musicals, Hazbin Hotel, Magic: the Gathering, D&D, tabletop games, music, and early modern history. I'm very into historical fashion as both an interest and a method of gender expression, especially menswear of the 1730s-1810s.

About my poetry: I prefer to write in a more classical style. I work with both formal and free verse, though the former often gets better results out of me. I've written extensively on my politics and queerness. More topics contained within.

On that Autumn day

—I believe it was in August —

When I realized I Ioved you,

The trees would have been turning.

Like your bright hair they shone with yellow,

Changing as you routinely change the hue.

The wind whistled as your laugh echoes still, I'm sure,

Without me.

That laugh filled the room, you know. I doubt that's changed.

The sky shone bright blue as though emulating your eyes,

Leaves on the ground dotting the path

As heavily as you had filled my life.

Soon thereafter, that laughing wind

Swept them away.

A wheel turned, it was you then that followed

And left only the imprints of your presence.

The sun cast down its blanket,

Enveloping and warming just as I imagined

Your arms,

Your breath beside my ear

Would.

My mind still paints the same picture:

Heat exchanged between us under a throw on your couch. A miniature sun within your sternum.

Feeling your rising and falling chest, the winds' changing song alive and well inside of you.

My head brushed by your tousled dandelion strands as I rest it on your shoulder, as leaves make their brief contact in their flurries.

It was an Autumn day when I realized I loved you,

And Winter when the memories were all I had left.

Hard times, hard times, come again no more

Many days you have lingered around my cabin door

Oh, hard times, come again no more."

"Oh child, oh child,"

Said Mama stern,

"Don't go down by the River Wyld,

For no soul does, not squirrel nor tern,

And leaves its banks a-better changed

By what sleeps beneath its muddy waves."

"Yes Mama, yes Mama,"

I answered her,

"I'll not go down by the River Wyld,

Its banks to swerve

Its muddy waves to leap

And things beneath it now asleep."

The day that followed passed so slow,

Winds sighing in open branches

And whipping to a frenzy grasses low

That pierce the ground like pointed lances.

Jagged clouds stifled scarce light,

Dimmed ground rising countless shadows to sight.

Out playing with faithful hound,

I stumbled momentary, leash escaping hand.

Off he dashed, off in flight, off in fleeting chase of sound

From squirrel or tern or quarry grand.

South, to where the River Wyld flows

Beneath the path of highest crow.

I followed calling, crying out for him

As my feet against wind-worn stones did scrape

And scratch and thin.

Kept in view the running shape

Until before me, not too far,

The River Wyld's sloshing tar.

And then came quiet. Not a peep or call

From squirrel, tern, or any creature small.

I'd passed beyond some wondrous, calming wall,

With looks above to show no birds at all.

The River Wyld so calming, calling soft,

I stepped beyond soil's rudest, rotting cough.

I stepped beyond and freshly felt aloft

On stones with not a spot of moss to doff.

Cold waves lapped at my open, unshoed feet.

The River Wyld's bubbling words so sweet,

I knelt to them, their kindly splash to greet

And with this good and newfound friend to meet.

Too soon my time beside the flood did end.

A voice cried out "Oh child! Oh child!" to rend

The quiet into shreds. The noise to mend,

I stepped away from calling, calming bend.

It's not too hard to do what must be done.

The ground is hard. For skulls it softens none.

Then over it the ruby red does run

To dry beneath a dimmed and stifled sun.

In freshest bliss beside the River Wyld

All anger, fear, and hate unclean exiled

I knelt upon the mossless stone and smiled.

I stayed, and time uncountable I whiled.

Within the water, quiet reigns complete.

No squirrel, tern, nor creature small and fleet

Can pierce the River Wyld's silent sheet.

Just echoes now. My story thus does speak:

This child, this child,

My bones unstirred,

Did go down by the River Wyld.

Still no soul does, be squirrel or tern,

Leave these banks so dim and strange

As I sleep beneath the muddy waves.

I will be dead in the ground one day.

And still my bones will remember

— Even as they turn to dust,

Even if my headstone lies,

Even if the words from mouths still flesh spit masculine —

That I was Anomaly.

This is not alarmism. This is not exaggeration. This is not hyperbole. This is all threatened by something called Project 2025, a game plan created by the right-wing think tank The Heritage Foundation, which has had a hand in American politics and supported the Republican nominee since Reagan. They have everything above and more in their sights, and they will act on what they want: a complete reshaping of the US government into something that benefits the loud, hateful, violent minority.

If you doubt it, check. It's 920 pages, but search within the document for whatever issue you value.

It is an easy choice. Vote blue.

Project 2025 PDF download

https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://static.project2025.org/2025_MandateForLeadership_FULL.pdf&ved=2ahUKEwidosj33YeHAxXAt4QIHcLuBOIQFnoECAQQAQ&usg=AOvVaw042gBFBPxlHMfj1pTzOvM7

Project 2025 website

https://www.project2025.org/

Policy section

https://www.project2025.org/policy/

The Heritage Foundation website

https://www.heritage.org/

BBC

https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c977njnvq2do

PBS

https://www.pbs.org/newshour/politics/conservatives-aim-to-restructure-u-s-government-and-replace-it-with-trumps-vision

USAToday

https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/politics/elections/2024/06/10/heritage-foundation-project-2025-explained/74042435007/

Associated Press