tell me of love (15/30)

prompt: write a poem that addresses itself or some aspect of its self (i.e. “Dear Poem,”)

queen aya sits alone, surrounded by her historical poems in the obsidian creation archives.

everyone says i loved her
a possibility shifting love

that because of her
i created paired space travel
sending lovers to new worlds
‘let sacred connection create the window for life to enter’

and ours the most vibrant
and ours made obsidian home

and i feel nothing

poems, tell me of my love

how i could feel her
even when she slipped into the dark
how is that possible?

i recognize my cadence
but the passion is a stranger
why would i choose to forget
this naked ease i sang of

what happened to us here
floating on this sweet rock
that i turned away?

that i chose this loneliness?

say no more (14/30)

prompt: write a poem that takes the form of a dialogue.

what follows is isolated from
e—‘s memories shortly before aya’s mind sweep.

is baya asleep
there’s something to say

she sleeps, she wakes,
it does not matter

my beloved
i cannot give you my life

did i swallow your soul…
and will you stop touching me?

my love never fills you
you want my mystery, my obsession

you hold me like a stone holds water
wasn’t i beautiful just then?

let me always love you
we are more than our bodies

but i can’t look at you every day
and you don’t long for me

then let’s stop looking at each other
through the lens of what we were

i have no other view
than this stark vantage of heart

but you don’t see me
you watch some fantasy, memoir

say no more.
i won’t be without you.
there’s no one else for you in this space or time.

say no more.
let’s be strangers, comrades.
tomorrow is baya’s. not yours. not mine.

Baya (13/30)

Prompt: write a riddle.

i tried to but mostly i just wanted to tell the birth of baya (bay-yah), the first child born to women, the first child of obsidian. composed of stardust from a new solar system.

the reason my back bends
the sweet longing that wakes me from dreams
the seed that bursts into jungle
the miracle amongst miracles between us

why she runs towards strangers
why i run away

my little and fully formed alien
my heart, with her own desires
born hovering in air
turning to fly home to the breast
screaming her name at us

a star beam taking us future

the first time i saw obsidian [planetian memoir] (12/30)

Describe in great detail your favorite room, place, meal, day, or person. You can do this in paragraph form.

Now cut unnecessary words like articles and determiners (a, the, that) and anything that isn’t really necessary for content; leave mainly nouns, verbs, a few adjectives.

came up the dark side of our new home

a world blown from green glass and tar

sharp edges, mountains pricking stars

it made me feel so alone/

her black face looked at a blushing moon

beacon called us from starburst sand

violet ocean turned the eastern horizon

we landed at long night’s end/

every direction was grandiose

long low valleys full of tiny black gems

two of our kind walked out to meet us

two who we’d counted as dead, gone/

only one smiled when they offered their hands

she was child-swollen in absence of man

these had survived this impossible beauty

this was the prophesied land/

they never explained why they hadn’t sent notice

they never explained all their silence

the longer i live in this exquisite blackness

the deeper i understand

upon being discovered (11/30)

just finished my 8th event in five days and today’s official prompt feels too hard for me but i do have a poem.

this is from aya’s last journal, which e— hid before aya could have it destroyed, and kept in spite of the edict to release the queen’s non-poetic memories.

she’s not speaking to me

the ship appeared
on the seventh cycle of night
a stain spreading on our
vermillion moon

i hadn’t turned off the trace
we hadn’t agreed
i’d left us beacon, calling

she’s furious
she says i don’t love
not the way she does

she says i’ve broken her

she’ll forgive me –
what she asked was too selfish
to make this planet our island
to live until we died?

and what of our miracle child?
to leave them
in some ultimate solitary cell
afloat in the fulness?

there is room on obsidian
we can still live our lives
our eternal duet

we can hold ourselves apart

she says they will reel us in
to their experiment of
building a world

seeing the mote there
steadily blotting out the
small and molten moon
i had a moment’s doubt

could the rest of our days
be this isolated pleasure
the unknown of only each other
the sweetest living i’ve known

what kind of love
makes us forsake our people?
it would be better not to love
than to become so myopic

she will forgive me.

i told her we were to mean
more to history than
a pile of bones amongst
glowrocks on the edge of
a baby solar system

she said
bones that know joy
are never alone

principles of obsidian, a new world (10/30)

write an abecedarian poem – a poem with a structure derived from the alphabet.

when other people came to the planet that queens aya and e— had discovered, there was a need to name it, and to name the ways of the place. e— chose the name obsidian, both because that’s how the planet appeared when approached on its night side, and because she wanted to glorify blackness at every location in the creation of the new world. aya thought it sounded pretty and increased the chance of dragons coming, though she couldn’t explain why.

together they developed principles for the newcomers, which have of course shifted over the years. these are found original carvings on the trees along the central xyst, further expanded from e—‘s teaching memories.


(there is an) abundance beyond capital (that) deepens evolution

(there is a rush of) freedom (that) generates (fullness of the) heart

(when we are) interdependent (our) justice (is) kinetic

love (is a no more or less than a miraculous) mirror neuron

orgasmic pleasure quickens revolution

quiet (reflection cultivates and) releases self-wonder

(the dynamic practice of) totality (allows us to truly) understand variance (in ourselves and the galaxies)

(we must often) wander (the) xysts (to feel it all, and return to) zen

the first child (9/30)

Write a visual poem. I will attempt to write a poem shaped like a pregnant queen.

she is
that e— lives
lives inside of me
that we bent creation
that we curved our science
became frantic and fertile
to spark her life in me
all non believers far
we had room to
will this
dream her
whisper &
seed spell
touch &
open &

counter lesson on currency (8/30)

write a palinode. And what’s that? It’s a poem in which the poet retracts a statement made in an earlier poem.

    counter lesson on currency

queen aya taught you
‘when we came here,
we left behind
systems of getting
without doing’

which is not precise
but you cannot pinpoint
those who forsake memory
and live only in afterglow

the first currency of this planet was favor,
the first value love

the founding queens
played creation games
with each other
everything you see now
results from their vigorous
winning and losing

the first planetians to find here
looked to aya’s glittery smile
after each dusty task

she only saw e—,
and did not notice us

she held seed bursting ideals,
and we held her,
myth and magic…
stories and misquotations

it was never enough to
simply exist, to revel in the
abundance of our miraculous lives

we had to also be marvelous
fantastic and fascinating
complex, kind and mysterious
stunning as the pallique sea

then she would feed you

the first ones to die here
were simply dull stardust
hard workers with no brilliance
they never caught her eye
they withered, reaching for her
she was ignorant
always shifting the center
always in motion

it shamed her to devastation
when she realized what was happening
when she knew that in spite of her pretty thinking
she was money dirty

that currency of attention,
so hard to trace
is why the queen wears the
moonshade veil
so that we understand the cost of immeasurable beauty
and are fair with praise
and always look for the light

an aubade from aya (6/30)

write an aubade (a song from a door or window to a sleeping woman, a morning love song).

the land is quiet between us

for months we face this sun
growing impossibly hot indoors

she magics a canopy between our fields
demands we drag out the bed

i say the illogical rain will catch us
but she’s right
the wind is all night warm and soothing
we wake on this small and glittering earth
find ourselves shimmering skin

now i watch her from the station
dawn shift, in our conjured time

her thighs spread heavy on white,
my ink plume,
grav belt her only cover
wide and silver at her hips

there is no one so beautiful to me
in all the galaxies
though she won’t hear it

just last day
her warrior eyes on the horizon
she told me not to tell them we found this,
‘they are ruin’ she whispered

so. she thinks i am miraculous.

for me, here, she smiles
and even now, in her sleep,
with the loud sun between us
that sort of moonlight
brings me home

e— reads aya dickinson on the new world

napowrimo prompt 5: rewrite a poem from emily dickinson with your own spacing and punctuation.

i did this, as well as adding some interjections from queen aya, who claims not to love dickinson.

now i knew
i lost her.

how tragic.

not that she was gone


but remoteness travelled on her face

ah. I know that look.

and tongue

lover, did you suck my tongue, before?

alien, though adjoining as a foreign race

the glymphot for example. the thrakzly. the shmardue.

traversed she, though pausing…
latitudeless place!
elements unaltered!

like gold but muted.
like fire but flameless.
a gentle knife,
a subtle wonder

universe? the same. but
love’s transmigration?

from where you are, to within me? like this?

somehow, this had come

come and become i daresay

henceforth to remember
nature took the day i had paid so much for

made of it a castle for lonely queens
made of it a prison for wounded hearts
made of it an art

(hers) is penury


not who toils for freedom
or for family

or anything outside of this room

but the restitution of idolatry.

i love it.
now – come worship me.