summer_jackel

Sweet, this is a bit of Rosegarden I needed to write eventually anyway. It fits into Lial's early emancipation sequence.

develop-your-oc

Which OC wears hair accessories?

running-dog:

Lial stepped out onto the staff balcony, into the sun, and the net of tiny crystals worked into her long hair seemed to ignite into pale-yellow fire. Her white robe was of the simplest cut, but Zela blinked at the unlikely marvel that she’d made of her already eye-catching tresses.

Zela realized she was staring, returned herself to appropriate distance, but didn’t grudge signing ‘impressive’ into their shared context. Valerai was still staring, but in a different way, her expression a thoughtful, head-cocked perplexity not at all unlike the wolfhound standing quietly beside her, as though trying to understand rather than admire what she was seeing.

The jeweled net worked part of Lial’s hair into an interlocking spiral that began at her temples, made a tight coil down the back of her neck, and spilled in scintillation down her back. A faceted stone of clear yellow glittered at her brow. It was the same bright, clear yellow as her eyes, and it was to this Valerai looked askance.

Lial’s usual regal distance had a different quality as she stared calmly into the middle distance, her expression an absence framed by the intricate crystals, and Valerai scrutinized her in the way her dog sniffed the air, trying to understand.

“Will it impress the audience?” She spoke with the inflection of one who had been taught late how inflection was meant to work in human language. In-city formal, and now Zela thought she understood the Yls-vel accent—God.

“Ought to,” shrugged Zela. “Hey Valerai, you’re staring. Nice hair. Come on, we’d better get out there.”

The work-in-progress is here:

https://drive.google.com/open?id=1hV76fbWbEZ_FKWsowpdXd-HlvaUgyRqvDtgnM60IBZw


Rosegarden: an alternate history; a story of manners and predation; toothy monsters; a woman and her dogs. Warning for explicit content in places.


Enjoy!

Hi, Livejournal! Long time.

If it seems obvious that my heart isn't in NaPo right now, I actually have a pretty good reason...I've been writing a novel, and it's getting pretty close to completion. I'm working on getting the incomplete draft up, for anyone to glance at who cares to do so.

In the meantime, it is spring and all ducks are poetry.

Sundown---
one white swan resting in a roadside pond
two mallards in the gilded reeds beside.

Notice the fish by its shadow,
crisp above the gravel.
Above, the fingerling rests between
stillness and sunlight.

From a tiny fissure in the rock,
glittering-eyed and fierce,
little fish challenges:
I am here. I am significant. This is
a space I occupy.
I've not been eaten yet.

May you find your pack;
May morning sunlight caress your upturned faces
sweet breezes bringing you the scent
of that which you most desire;
May you move together in that hunt, touching shoulders
touching muzzles, running beside each other
like running water, like swift streams, glittering freshets:
May you run swift and clean.
May mountains hold you, may you gather in meadows, in wildflowers
May you recognize each other by the moon's light
May stars find you curled together, deep in stone and earth and warm.

Hey there, anyone who might still be looking at this. Waves at the internet

In short: Livejournal remains the best social media site, so here I am, experimenting with perhaps posting more regularly again. For one thing, NaPoWriMo happens next month, and forcing myself to create something that resembles one poem per day in April is a tradition I've found to be useful discipline, even though personally I'd probably choose October. So there will be poems soon.

The most important thing I want to do right now, however, is to share corpsefairy's exciting Indiegogo campaign. She's opening what is going to be a really fabulous, fun, classy brick-and-mortar bra store on Piedmont Ave. in Oakland, CA, offering garments that fit properly in a way that most available to Americans don't. If you wear a bra, care about anyone who does, or just want to see me wearing a pink bra and talking about how much I generally despise the things, go look (and watch the videos). Seriously, only for Corpsefairy would I appear on the web in a pink bra.

Pink bra or no, I'm never going to be as internet-famous as my little dog, and that is probably a good thing. This Tumblr post, visually describing Coba's bathing sequence has, at time of writing, over 4,000 likes, something that has never happened before. I am highly amused. Coba hopes that this doesn't mean that he gets even more baths.

On the subject of dogs, my pack of three and I continue to adventure. Here's a group shot from a recent walk we shared a vineyard. Sadly out of focus, but I love the touch between Zhava and Coba anyway.

For an offering she gave
one unbidden flash of thought:
you are beautiful, friend plant, you other living thing---
and we hold our breath
as it slides into the ground, requesting transformation;
that the soft roots will continue
that its leaves will double
that a life might continue, given by this ground.

May we thrive, may that
which is most verdant, water-filled and foliaged
within our hearts find place to root and reach,
that we may offer our most tender hue.

o my love, if I
could bring to you a tiny shining stone
from the greenest depth, would it
reflect glinting as a trout's eye
just that degree of keenness, of intention?