top 10 photos taken hours before a tragic ending
So much has been going on lately! New stamps, new cards, new writing. Etcetera Etcetera.
For my June submission to the magazine Blackbird, I decided to write a poem in ballad-form, based on a mixture between Norse Mythology and Scandinavian/Christian folklore.
"Out was Ask upon a Day
And Embla did the washing
Out hung linens fresh and sweet
Yet her children needed washing.
"Out was Odin on the Day
And through the forest riding
And with him Hoenir and Lodur
Upon that Day a riding.
"Fast they came to Embla's house
And went they to her knocking
Inside did Embla wash her babes
When her lords they came a knocking.
"Pleased she was upon that day
For half her babes were drying
But shamed was she upon that day
For half her brood was filthy.
"Beneath the floor she hid her brood
The ones still needing washing
And came back Embla to her door
To answer them a knocking.
"In came they as she bidded them
And they began a talking
Of earthen songs and goings on
And babes in cradles rocking.
"Wholesome kin you have my dear
Said Odin while a talking
Yes, my lone said Embla dear
Whilst they four were talking.
"But Odin knew this false to be
For he was one All-Seeing
And spied he more of Embla's brood
Down below unseeing.
"There they are and there they stay!
Said the three lords shouting
To us you lied our Embla dear
Upon your husband's outing.
"So from the babes below did
Hoenir take their feeling
And Lodur paled their rosy cheeks
And Odin hushed their breathing.
"So man-folk here above belong
In the daylight shining
And elf-folk Embla left for shame
In shadows dark and pining."
(One note: this is my original work. You can share this, but if you do so, please cite me and this cite as a reference! This was written by myself, Benjamin Spick, in May of 2012)
after not sewing much in ??? months, i finally broke my dryspell
this is probably a longshot but recently I read a poem titled something like “the last thing she sees”……. and its like. from the perspective of a bird on a birdfeeder in someones yard… and the bird is the last thing that sees the person alive before they pass away / the last thing the person sees but obviously the bird has no way of knowing that. anwyays like. i have been thinking about it for two days straight but like a fool i neglected to save it and so now here i am on tumblr dot com asking if youve heard of this poem
so in the last couple of months two families i know have had children come out as trans, and i’ve offered to help the families find resources. aside from not always remember what i wish i would have known when i came out - i’m finding a lot of resources about parenting trans children that are written by cis people, or published by cis-led organizations.
does anyone have recommendations on parenting resources
1. written by trans people
2. published by trans-led orgs
TSER is there obviously, but i’m looking for resources for parents rather than teachers? and PFLAG & Gender Spectrum both seem pretty cis-lead.
can braid my hairs again
I think I would leave sunflowers and blackberries at your shrine. Perhaps goldenrod
Sun flowers and sun-mer berries for the sun gremlin familiar?
I bless your offering with a pressed penny bearing an entirely inscrutable image (although iirc, it's a picture of a pressed penny that is also stamped with a picture of a pressed penny that is stamped with a picture of a pressed penny that is stamp w...), and a secret handshake that you won't know until the moment you need it.
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