Warning: This poem is flangst. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. Shiv has trouble relaxing and having fun, due to his history of abuse and neglect, so a beach trip is more complicated for him than for most people. ECR Boy! The poem includes multiple flashbacks, social anxiety, financial anxiety, extreme body modesty, hypervigilance, reference to past near-drowning, emergency manhandling (by Aida of Shiv and by Shiv of Edison), flibbering over acceptance vs. rejection, awkward interactions with another family, mild overstrain of superpowers, awkward apologies, Edison is blunt as a bowling ball and has no filter because he is four, and Shiv is little better due to past abuse, frustration over solar limitations, and other challenges. On the whole, though, it has a positive tone. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward. This is the second in the beach thread, and you'll need it to make sense of later poetry as well as dialecticdreamer's story "Family Stories."
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Poem: "We Must Bear Witness"
Poem: "An Atmosphere of Shame"
Poem: "Black Swan Lake"
Crowdfunding Creative Jam
The Jewel in the Heart of Quantum Physics
The half-price sale in Polychrome Heroics is now complete. I have a few new poems up already, and more to post.
"Branded in His Memory" is fully committed, so if you pledged money toward that, now is the time to send it (not counting the person who specified a later date of donation). Look on the sale page to see the tally; I had to put it there because the donor comments kind of spread around several posts.
The discussion "Working Around Microphones" has gained a lot of attention. If you're concerned about accessibility and diversity, please check out this list of ideas for supporting everyone's comfort and communication. If you're an organizer, or you know someone who is, by all means print it out and pass it around.
Poetry in Microfunding:
"The Inner Transition" belongs to Polychrome Heroics: Berettaflies. Stylet enjoys a shower and Valor's Widow starts cooking. "The Higher a Monkey Climbs" belongs to Polychrome Heroics and has 23 new verses. Pips and Jules discuss what to get for G and Joshua after the fire. "Two Foxes" belongs to Polychrome Heroics: Iron Horses. The Iron Horses tell Kenzie what happened to the gaybashers.
Weather has been hot and muggy. Currently blooming: dandelions, marigolds, petunias, lantana, million bells, firecracker plant, white and red clover, morning glories, frost asters, torenia, purple aster, sawtooth sunflowers, pink sedum, purple sedum.
Stories that WILL be written because I've already started their outlines:
Catbois in Cages
Space Accountant Accidental Marriage
The other winners of the first Poll (At least 2 of these will be written):
Bless the Cat.(AF)
King(maker) Cake, etc.(AF)
Current Winner of Stranded/Reiassan Poll (feel free to vote if you haven't already!)
Stranded in Winter
Love Meme: Autumn and Ink
Rin and her Mother, and Knowing Where His Place Is
Road Map To....
Fae Apoc and Tir na Cali: Which of these stories should I continue?
Clarisse: Paint it Blue and Paint Me Blue
Bjorn: Uncle and The Uncle’s… Pet?
Matchmaker, Matchmaker (Adg)
Abrelle: Shades and Shifting
Cumhai: A couple helping hands etc
About That… (Adg)
Bracken, her first year, second year, etc.
Deaths in the Faerie apocalypse, a side note (Adg)
They Were Over (Adg)
Where It All Began (Adg)
Return to Sender/Old Debts and Old Favors***
The Collar Job, Part VI
Tir na Cali Slave School
Hallowing New Ground
Turning, Tables, and Other Things
Little Lost Kitty Girl
What (not on the giant list) should I continue for Vas World, Dragons Next Door, and/or Facets of Dusk?
Warning: This poem contains imagery which may disturb some readers. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It takes place during and after World War II. Thus it features genocide, discrimination, extreme violence, death and destruction, killing captive Nazis via superpower, jailbreaking, erotic art, orphaning, traumatic rage, war trials, extrajudicial execution, and other mayhem. Please consider your tastes and headspace before deciding if this is something you want to read.
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Warning: This poem contains some touchy topics. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It features multiple references to past child abuse and neglect, social anxiety, financial anxiety, extreme body modesty, jealousy, shame, sex/gender diversity, creepy mannequins, visible scars from past abuse, unwelcome attention from Dr. G who quickly extrapolates the origin of Shiv's scars, unwelcome touching of Shiv by Edison who is too young to have learned better, lingering awkwardness from Halley's prior violation of Shiv's boundaries, and other challenges. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward. However, this is the beginning of the whole beach thread, so you need it to make sense of the later poems and the story "Family Stories" by dialecticdreamer.
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I am willing to extend the quarter-price option for "Branded in His Memory" beyond the sale proper if people have confirmed their intent to sponsor it. These mega-epics are so big, they rarely sell at full price, so it's to everyone's benefit to catch them in a sale. If you're looking to shop in the sale but have not yet done so, here's a great opportunity to get the most bang for your buck. The one person who's seen this piece so far is raving about it.
"Black Swan Lake"
her long neck
a graceful curve,
her black feathers
sleek and unruffled.
her two feet
now a single fin,
her black breasts
bobbing in the water.
In both forms, she
is the secret mistress
of Black Swan Lake.
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See the black swan in bird form and mermaid form.
Mermaids appear in legends from around the world, including Africa.
"Branded in His Memory"
Summary: A mass-casualty incident brings Ansel to the Christian Care Rescue Mission in Bluehill. It's an ugly mess, but he does a wonderful job of helping everyone recover -- not just from their fresh injuries, but whatever put them in a homeless shelter to begin with.
I'd rather not open another epic for microfunding, but this one is big enough that if you buy the whole thing (or pool with someone to do so) then it automatically gets the quarter-price rate. That's true for any of the other epics that cost $100 or more.
Many of the flowers are drying up, although a few are still blooming. Sedum and goldenrods are flowering vigorously.
Still not much activity at the birdfeeders, but we saw a squirrel doing acrobatics on the hopper feeder and another bird near the fly-through feeder that may have been a phoebe or a flycatcher. It was dark with a white belly, but seemed to have more of a crest than a dark-eyed junco.
EDIT 9/23/17 -- I went back out and planted 12 blue miniature iris. I put 4 each in the purple-and-white garden, goddess garden, and wildflower garden. \o/
I need to get out and gather/redistribute seeds. Many of my wildflowers have gone to seed. :D
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What I Have Written
"Black Swan Lake" is the freebie.
From this I got the free-verse poem "Revisitation." Shaeth hears a prayer from a long-time follower, and this time decides to answer it.
47 lines, Buy It Now = $20
From My Prompts
alatefeline has written the poem "I Don't See Black Swans" about compensation and decompensation.
“For people who know about this thing—” the Diamond Raven warned.
“For people to know about it is truth! Is all of us who rotted for the Tzar laid to rest! Is everything that went wrong put better!” The deserter was foaming at the mouth. Raizel took a step back. He only spoke louder. “This is the thing that makes it all better! Do you understand? This is the truth that I deserted for!”
“But what is it?” Raizel asked for the third time.
It is a spell so dark your eyes cannot comprehend it. It is a spell so nasty that your mind will shy from it. It says that the Tzar who won the Seventh War did so with the darkest of magics. It says that he bled his own people’s souls to do so, and did so knowingly. It may shake the foundations of your world. It may change everything. It may change nothing, save that people will know exactly how far their Tzars will go to hold on to this Empire.
It was pretty, well-woven, and tidy, and it was just large enough that he could fit in it. Not particularly a hand-basket, if you were really going to think about the term as such.
Then again, most baskets were not man-sized, most baskets did not have lids, and most of them did not have wheels.