Thanks to Michael Northern for publishing my poem about corneal sloughing and prosthetic eye (disability advocate) armies in the newest issue of Wordgatehring.
Here is the opening section:
reservoir for oculus sinister
a broken pump
where iris flared
too much fluid
held to the back
while the front flakes
against lens slurry
and turn white
crystallize ocular tissues
This poem's appearance in Wordgathering coincides with me receiving my new, cosmetic eye shell from ocularist Willie Danz. When I close my eyes and think of Dr. Danz, I see a kind of Joseph Cornell figure with a box full of irises--grading subtly, perfectly, from blue to green to brown. He is magical. Dr. Danz. Also, his assistant Rachel understands Medicaid billing better than anyone I know--and thus, is more than a huge chunk of the eye-making magic. They let me take photographs of the process. I am going to use these for a little zine about the rise and fall and vibrational shift (think 2012, annihilation or transcendence) of my left eye, tentatively to be titled Zomb-Eye!.
[Below, me with now matching eyes, albeit insane hair and an enchilada/margarita
hangover. And, with my Melanie, in Austin last week. I thought about taking my eye ball in and out on at the dark/sparkly 80's night we went to, as part of my fluid goth dance, but it did not seem safe to bring my little eyeball suction cup handle on the dance floor, esp. not around so many sharp, plastic SXSW lanayrded bagdes.)
The oculus poem will be a chapter in the zine. For now, read the rest of it at Wordgathering.
, where this blog lives now. because it can be read and posted to through that app, one-handed, on my back, by a body of water, or in the cool olive green light above my mattress. This is articulation my spine had not dreamed of before. Tweets by @thebodypoetik
My blog lived on Tumblr for a minute
because it is so much easier to access from my phone. fallinginrealtime.tumblr This is the feed. No, I don't like it. I can't add another virtual box. I'll make due with Twitter.