Category: poetry

Sylvia Dickinson Edgar Anne Hughes

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Star — the starling, on the evening of July 7, 2024

every poet should know the company of a wild bird, at least once

i recently binged the biography:

“The Occult Sylvia Plath: The Hidden Spiritual Life of the Visionary Poet” by life-long Plath scholar Julia Gordon-Bramer

i feel fortunate this book was my introduction to Plath and her poet husband, Ted Hughes— and other significant influences in her life and poetry /

hat tip to my long-time favorite podcast: Aeon Byte Gnostic Radio — created and hosted by Miguel Conner at The Virtual Alexandria for interviewing Gordon-Bramer, because, for the first time ever, i was actually interested in Plath — and furthermore, i unexpectedly experienced a psychic “something” with Plath while listening to the audiobook; this “something” — i want to digest, explore – and possibly explain, in detail, in a future essay //

The Occult Sylvia Plath: The Hidden Spiritual Life of the Visionary Poet

Julia Gordon-Bramer

while i imbibed this book, i was simultaneously raising an injured and orphaned starling nestling — on an intensive feeding schedule — and during this time, i learned from the book, that Sylvia and Ted also attempted to rescue an injured and sick baby bird — but after a week, and upon determining rehabilitation was futile, they jointly and sadly euthanized the bird in their gas oven (i know. wow.) ///

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maybe on the full moon

On By ©️K.T. 2025In Animals, Crone, crone chronicles, Crone Consciousness, dirt road chronicles, Earthling, earthlings, ki, kin, kinship, outer rural, Poem, poetryLeave a comment

if you move out of the city
if you move into the country

if you reclaim a meadow

if you plant more than two dozen trees
if you oppose paving the dirt road
if you fill ten bird baths, every single day, until they freeze
if you refuse to mow the clover, plaintain, and dandelion before they set seed
if you sit in silence on the stoop each night, watching
if you turn off every single light before bedtime

if you listen, listen, and listen
if you offer your attention
if you humble your human brain
if you embrace your animal body
if you fall into instinctual kinship
if you are ceaseless in your reverence
if you follow your intuition

maybe the crows will tell their brethren you’re a safe one
maybe the doe will bring her fawns to the salt lick during daylight
maybe the snake will slither under the workbench in the barn while you stand there
maybe the rabbits won’t flee your garden at your footfall
maybe the bats will dance in the twilight sky just above your head

maybe the luna moth will reveal herself to you in that meadow

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the reincarnation of sylvia plath

On By ©️K.T. 2025In Alchemy, barn swallows, flora, Gnostic, june, ki, kin, liminality, limineen, mystic, Persephone, plath, Poem, poeme, poet, poetry, Psychic, Rebirth, Reincarnation, Samsara, sylvia plath, witch, witchery, women, WomenfolkLeave a comment

this was the summer of
broken limbs on trees, animals — and men
this was the summer of
the fuck-it, no-good vegetable garden
this was the summer of
“not this year”, “but, maybe next,” — again
this was the summer of
the i-still-can’t-believe-she’s-dead birthday
this was the summer of
nesting swallows, wicked sparrows, and a fallen starling nestling, whom she fed, and kept in her pocket for future starlight
this was the summer of
hanging baskets heavy with rainbow gazanias and pots full of midnight black petunias — for balance — incessant dead-heading and concrete stains, a small price
this was the summer of
the blue serpent; of serpentine bracelets and of the serpent-printed dress — she to be photographed on this land with the flowers, the dog and the bird, like Frida
this was the summer of
first-realizing she may be the reincarnation of the spirit once-embodied in
Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath & her crystal gazing ball.
photo: Eric Stahlberg, 1954
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chosen by swallows, finally

On By ©️K.T. 2025In barn swallows, blue swallows, crone chronicles, Crone Consciousness, Cronehood, dirt road chronicles, earthlings, fauna, howard nemerov, joy, june, kin, kinship, nature, outer rural, photograph, photography, Poem, poetryLeave a comment

an ascetic’s petitionary prayer, answered

for six consecutive summers, i’ve observed barn swallows enter and inspect the barn — diving and swooping in and out, perching and chattering wholly unbothered by my presence — but not until this, my sixth summer, did they finally deem worthy and decide to make their nest on a joist in this old, ramshackle barn

to experience their nesting is such a tender mercy in the time of remote, yet constant virtual witness and heartrage of genocide, of global horrors and famine — and of the daily unnatural disasters and unrelenting evidence of abrupt, irreversible climate breakdown and biodiversity/ecosystems collapse.

barn swallow nest under construction,
june 9, 2024
Audobon’s Birds of America, Popular Edition,
1950, Macmillan,


*from the author’s collection of vintage books of North American birds, wildlife and insects

O swallows, swallows, poems are not The point. Finding again the world, That is the point, where loveliness Adorns intelligible things 
Because the mind’s eye lit the sun.

Howard Nemerov

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sonlight [june 2024]

On By ©️K.T. 2025In biographical, Family, june, Mother, Motherhood, myth, Poem, poet, poetry, son, SonlightLeave a comment

what radiance i’ve possessed in your eyes
has naturally dimmed after these 30 years;
and so has yours — in mine, these last five,
if i am being truthful,
which you know me to be,
guttingly

once the solar star, now, a mere lighthouse on the other’s shore,

do you still wonder what you are?

you,
my sonlight, are still golden, burning hot and bright,


but these blue lenses of ours,

and these blue talks of ours,


reveal
we are animal, elemental,

sometimes too human, and fragile.

only, you fail to acknowledge another possibility, another cosmic continuum.

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lavender, skynet, where’s daddy?

On By ©️K.T. 2025In anti-fascism, anti-zionism, apartheid, Ceasefire, Climate Collapse, Congo, Fascism, Free Palestine, Gaza, holocaust, Indigenous Land, kill lists, Life and Death, Nazism, Palestine, Poem, poetry, Rafah, State of Israel, ZionismLeave a comment

targeted in Gaza

targeted for CECOT

targeted for Alligator Auschwitz

First,

Unit 8200 came for the Palestinians.

with beta Gospel.

AI algorithmic kill lists, the modern canon.

the devils don’t need the details:
a rough timeline, character sketch
just like their old testaments, will do just fine

their new codices
say “them” are the animals,
illegals,
terrorists,
insurgents
divergent
or merely,
existent
predicated on their math of Dominion and omission

demons conceived, incubated and developed in
Tel Aviv, NSA, USA
traitors to the human race
pledged allegiance to The Apartheid State
they migrate
to Silicon Valley
and live in our clouds,
seed and feed your tech portfolio
buy your complicity too easy and relatively, cheaply

they know you traffic and travel comfortably with your
BlackRock War Dividend Platinum Rewards™️ Card
that your urbane lifestyle co-signs ecocide
that you’ll reliably Demsplain a genocide
as mothers, children, olive trees, & the seas die in real time
before we, the real humans’ eyes

the cultured parasites, comfortably-numbed bystanders in the Zone of Interest living their dream lives,

as students and artists and workers and poets resist their silencing and their systems


the entire fucking World, a Fire Factory

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Poetry vs. Poems

On By ©️K.T. 2025In April, Poem, poeme, poemo, poet, poetry, U.S. National Poetry MonthLeave a comment 
for [US] National Poetry Month 
April 2024

many people write poems,
maybe even some good ones, maybe even a great one

but others,

they

speak in poetry
cry in poetry
illuminate in poetry
lust in poetry
revere in poetry
rage in poetry
survive in poetry
mother in poetry
love in poetry
critique in poetry
dance in poetry
inform in poetry
grieve in poetry
wonder in poetry
assassinate in poetry
expose in poetry
imagine in poetry
rebuke in poetry
teach in poetry
confess in poetry
resist in poetry
observe in poetry
exalt in poetry
mock in poetry
grow in poetry
die in poetry

&

live, and live, and live in poetry

these latter are the poets,

metaphor, verse, and prose
entangled
in every thought, in every experience, in every act, in every feeling, in every expression,
inseparable as breath and air,

whether ever read
whether ever recognized
whether ever published
whether ever paid
whether they ever write one poem deemed good by anyone — even themself

poetry
is
the breath
and blood
and milk
and spit
and piss
and cum
and tears
and wine
and water
and ink
and words

in which

poets

swim

not casually,

but as habitat.

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The Execution of a Young Wolf by The Deviant Cody Roberts

On By ©️K.T. 2025In Animals, Anubis, demon, devil, Hylic, Poem, poetry, WyomingLeave a comment

You, Cody Roberts, a deviant, a devil,

from Daniel, Wyoming

ran down, injured, captured,
then tortured,
then paraded,

a Young Wolf, a yearling, still a pup

you proudly and confidently recorded your brutality toward the Young Wolf among the degenerates of your town,

then you killed her and torched her precious body

your kind is known for kidnapping, raping, killing and desecrating females of all species

so, i will search for you, Cody Roberts,
in my dream treks,
i will join with the wolves
to find and torment you in your sleep

we will incant and howl for your unrelenting suffering
every single night
until you are finally impelled to end
your own miserable existence

you will then beg for peace and rest in the Afterlife but you will know neither

you will be recorded in the collective consciousness for all eternity:

Killer! Pariah! Deviant! Soulless!

Anubis knows and awaits you.

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other, not past, lives

On By ©️K.T. 2025In dream poem, dream poetry, dreamt poem, dreamt poetry, Poem, poetryLeave a comment

i dreamt
you loved me
and i still loved you

that, everyone understood as natural.

you were younger, a thoughtful fool
i was younger, a maiden on the cusp of mother, my claws were still retractable at your will

you met my father, the second one
you stripped off your shirt to flex for me
i wore a blue denim dress with white canvas shoes to impress you
you made me promise to never cut my hair

in this space time
no one else
ever had the chance to get hurt
no other lover had cried for us, yet
no children were born or known,
our future was only in my ovaries,

waiting for us

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poetry

On By ©️K.T. 2025In Poem, Poetree, poetry, PoettreeLeave a comment

World Poetry Day

an outdoor poetry post
in Albuquerque, New Mexico,
The World

may poetry posts and little free food pantries become as common as little free libraries — all three are such inspiring forms of praxes

a displayed poem:
“Brushing Teeth with my Sister after the Wake”
a wonderfully eccentric,
outdoor little [free] library & bench
in Albuquerque, New Mexico,
The World
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F R e E P a L e sT I nE

On By ©️K.T. 2025In anti-fascism, anti-zionism, art, art is resistance, artists, conceptual art, Earthling, earthlings, ecocide, Gaza, Genocide, illuminated text, Land Back, Liberation, neon, Palestine, planetary hospice, Poem, poet, poetry, Resistance, Revolution, Sixth Mass Extinction, Word, WordsLeave a comment

Truly, one of the greatest evocative and provocative living contemporary artists, Survivance/resistance/futurist writers, and performance poets,

Diné artist Demian DinéYazhi’ ingeniously embedded “Free Palestine” in the flickering letters of their powerful, poemic-neon artwork ⁦at the Whitney Museum’s Whitney Biennial

we must stop imagining destruction + extraction + deforestation + cages + torture + displacement + surveillance + genocide!

we must stop predicting apocalypses + fascist governments + capitalist hierarchies!

we must pursue + predict + imagine routes toward liberation!

~ Demian DinéYazhi’

poemic-neon artwork: “we must stop imagining apocalypse/genocide + we must imagine liberation.”
we must stop imagining destruction + extraction + deforestation + cages + torture + displacement + surveillance + genocide!

photo by: Nora Gomez-Strauss
we must stop predicting apocalypses + fascist governments + capitalist hierarchies!

photo by: Nick Mathews
we must pursue + predict + imagine routes toward liberation!

photo by: Field Kallop

the institution & curators were unaware;

yet “Free Palestine”

was intermittently revealed for those with the patience to observe the piece

the entire artwork faces out toward the Hudson River for all to see:

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a mantra, a prayer — and a message

On By ©️K.T. 2025In art, art is resistance, Crone, Crone Consciousness, Earthling, Lajuana Lampkins, photograph, photography, Poem, poetry, vignetteLeave a comment 
for all the demons, monsters and liars, 
today and always, everywhere:
FUCK YOU IN PERPETUITY THROUGHOUT THE UNIVERSE
in every form known to man.
now and in the future.
artist: Ernesto Yerena Montenajo

limited edition hand-pulled screen print
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From the River to the Sea | neutrality empowers and normalizes genocide

On By ©️K.T. 2025In anti-zionism, antifa, Free Palestine, Gaza, Genocide, Indigenous Land, Land Back, Liberation, Manifest Destiny, Palestine, Poem, poetry, Rafah, ZionismLeave a comment

“To be neutral, to be passive in a situation is to collaborate with whatever is going on.

You can’t be neutral on a moving train,’ I would tell them. . . . Events are already moving in certain deadly directions, and to be neutral means to accept that.

Howard Zinn
Ceasefire! Free Palestine! Land Back!

If you ever wondered what you’d have done during 
[Transatlantic human trafficking and chattel slavery, 
Manifest Destiny, 
The Indian Removal Act,
 the Trail of Tears, 
the Wounded Knee Massacre, 
The Homestead Act,
Jim Crow and lynch mobs,
the Holocaust, 
Apartheid, 
or the Civil Rights Movement] 
… well,
you’re doing it 
right now.
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the recession

On By ©️K.T. 2025In climate, Climate Chaos, Climate Collapse, Earth hospice, Earthling, earthlings, ecocide, Hospice, Lament, Lamentations, Near Term Human Extinction, planetary hospice, Poem, poetry, Sixth Mass Extinction, thresholdLeave a comment

i witnessed the last of the snow piles
hand-shoveled or machine-threwn
and the natural drifts too
and the mound in the hollow
of the hügelkultur crescent moon

slowly recede, in a mesmerizing, seemingly molassic, week’s long retreat
then finally and sadly, concede

to the undormant grasses and soft ground beneath
to the sunlit warmth
of these nouveau
great lakes winters

my god,

what global madness
this adored microcosm, my priceless homestead, reveals
and catechizes for me:

our violent, human heat
an unrelenting torrent of accelerant that would
vanquish the ancients


melt greenland’s sheets of ice,
calve antarctic glaciers, strand polar bears,
expose or drown granite, basalt, gneiss


all, in the time of
that old sugar maple’s life

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