Saturday, 28 January 2017

from 'de/compositions'


                       for what we may be
                                                      the left from a future torched,
                       working to deeper life
                                                         , we: lost girls, broken femmes / deviant
                                                         aching spines & flesh,
                       built on the shuttered mouths of rape apologists
                       , vibrantly storms but does not just march, all
                                                                             fed, a collective support
                                                                             of all possible skins / builds  
                                                                             conceptions & homelines to [ [
                                               undercommon post
                                       -poning the fresh govern
                      -ance of recognition / siren clawing
                 up the street, teaches an ftp through all
                              action,, feels beyond the future
                                                                             ruling fascists store for us / eyes
                                                                             closed on its corpses / present
                              in tonight’s dreams, the dead left
                              do not want us to love as much as this
                                         , we:  anxious girls, slept debt,
                                         certain siblings, on call to the street
                                         , bandagers, we gossiped / kissed through our repressions abet
                                         vicious nights, an urgent existence fleets
                                         into & out of these burning days


                                                                              of how we might be living tonight. in
                                                                              -hibition of possible hours, move
                                                                              ments, purged actualities,
                                                                                                 the era closed
                                                                                                 , bitter grievance
                                                           that calls itself a norm ::

                        gradients & the system
                                                           atic regulations of senses / de-
                                                           regulated wires & debtchains / the systematic
                                      slaughter of those invoked in the ink on your skin / girls
                                      who flamed social revolution,          . red

                                                history of poetry we warmed bones / decade on
                                                , the decline of all winters for its remainder were sick
                                                the warmest month our blood vessels on record again our skel
                                                -ter ‘mones & chemicals
                                                we lived this to the fabric

             . a full week since white fascists stormed democracy five
             months of theresa ,& the new defence regime scripted
             already in royal / flooding the eco
             metropolis & circulate [| draining
             our possible friends.
                                                           ripped language neighbourhood / we
                                                           never lived a realm of safety / they come
                                                           for our skirts & eyeliner repelled
                           by the glamour of our flesh / weaponise your heels
                           as the senses we live by. you
                                                      are so brilliant & vicious, all of you
                                                       , what we try to hold through timezones
                                                      / against the fascists from the danube to the
                                                      pacific to the latest belt of radiation. clutch off
                                                      & denigrate all nations

                                                          & their fables out of our skins

                                                                                                            [november 2016]

Thursday, 5 January 2017

reading/trans & genderqueer poetics in Leith [Edinburgh]/13 Jan

friday 13th january 2017
leith, edinburgh

they came from within: trans & genderqueer poetry love-in

a full line-up of trans and genderqueer poets
with strange and heartening and disturbing and liberating wordsplus an open mic for you to take part in
and relaxed socialising afterwards
raising funds for Dannii's House, local independent LGBT+ homelessness support work
all audiences welcome

f : e : a : t : u : r : i : n : g
editor at Topside Press and the founder of the Trans Poets Workshop

poet and queer/trans* activist, published by Veer Books, sociopathetic distro, and more


we have some open mic slots for trans and genderqueer writers, email to book one


writer and performer, co-founded inky fingers & anatomy, published by freight

the constitution bar
48 constitution street, edinburgh EH6 6RS
level access venue; gender-nonspecific toilet; BSL interpretation of poetry & compare
£pay-what-you-can donation


[revolutions on queen street]/[styrd manig nines]

[revolutions on queen street]
[stryd manig nines]

                                                we’re a
            mess of eyeliner / chic dole lips
            / for real ,& spray paint
            at seventeen:

                adore.   your.   failure.

            in our future bores sunshine, gonna
            burn the claustro-
                you will hear

            this is a message from occupied england
            , such deep & sucked corporate slums
            :: forecast / soothe, our

                              strychnine flag scum barc
                  , poems on credit      / injection –lays

            heritage a corpse: drill lessons so/
            beautiful in sani-
                    ``, condemned / masochist
                                    –– with you i skin sinners

believe. // first world boredom, instantly
drain coke/exxon[:] let the spill gorge
-ous – donald’s famine / more real in mc
that will bring out freedom to life
                                                    , worms
                     . underneath skies dying
      beautiful europe / empty, blue:: is
      by our dreams baby,, pretty in eye-
      liner, broken in security,
      : fall to the floor / I no longer  

in debris / live, we
strung out sluts want our
own //

            every house in the quiet
rot has a conscience , delicate pieces
of scream

                                 // write
this alone : every dayspit
feels a corridor / fashion’d
glitter in feeling well

            see liberals pale
                                    , sanctify
            are an extinction / is
            known a relic
                                 all promise––
                 shareholding a piece of this
                 applause, icon, postcards, oil
                 -on-canvas, countryfucking / give

                                               a shit / vote
            conservative / straight
            imitation dignity,, tragic
                                                 mouths open –

            schooled against the soul
            dismay / feels an o.b.e.
            sells at market

                                   / patronise
            against the soul ,  close
            the pits, misery tours my

                                // anxiety frag
            -ments your landscape, sleepwrite
            this alone if its
            real against the soul

            repent .  find refuge .  grey
            not neon, grey not real /:
            loose home, maggots scream/er
            response / flesh
                                     disappears ––

            mistook flowers for union jack &
            spat,, trace creation. police vic-
            tory is / bows down to surrogate
            ; now tell the difference/ before
            lawyers :
                          starve like everybody else

            loser .  liar .  comes to court
            recreation for blank stars // too
            much white in the stars & , tie
            him   naked & stern & merciless

                                            #] as weeds is
                                    false oxford st. bull
                                    -fight/ a week later    no
                                    one cares // your love
                                    -ly effigy / tongue sold

            everyone is guilty .  pure
            or pendulum spec
                                        -tat/or fragments
                                        & bigots lovely ––

            democratic abyss / caress(es)
            moral odour fine colt equal
            : abuse dignified// in come midges
            reagan, stalin, thatcher, napoleon,
                 khrushchev, hitler, mussolini, churchill, chamberlain
            && designer coffee lears, I
            can’t remember the first line