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“Breaking Fast”
Story time, in screenshots.
In October, on a whim, I sent in 19 images to a magazine’s submission call. It was the first time I’d submitted my photography anywhere.
A month later on November 28th, I received a form rejection for the photos. Oh well; th… https://instagr.am/p/CnbaYEju17V/
Lelindé Omallah Page shared a post on Instagram: "Story time, in screenshots. In October, on a whim, I sent in 19 images to a magazine’s submission call. It was the first time I’d submitted my photography anywhere. A month later on November 28th, I received a form rejection for the photos. Oh well; that’s one more tally toward my goal of 100 rejections in 2022. I’ve been getting plenty of rejections for my writing, so no biggie. A few minutes later, an email: “On second thought, we would like to accept the photo titled ‘A Sensorium of Home.’” …!!! In their February issue, my photo will be in The Sun Magazine. (Not the tabloid; the highly regarded literary magazine 😅) As of yesterday, the magazine has added me to their contributor list on Twitter. It’s official. It’s now *real* in a way that didn’t feel real when I got the message, when I signed the contract, or when I told a few folks in my sphere. Anyway… I’m excited. It’s my first time getting paid for my creative content. Cheers! Here’s to it happening again :)". Follow their account to see 72 posts.
2005 dream:
We are stars and father is running from me—running to Earth to start a new life.
I shoot across the sky, reaching for him. Other stars flash brightly, and I realize this is reincarnation.
Stars become people to grow closer to the song.
Then they become the song again.
#Strikes
If a group of workers is 'too important to the national interest' to be allowed to strike, then logically they are in an industry too important to be allowed to be in the private sector. They should be run by the state on a not-for-profit basis with working conditions and pay commensurate with their importance.
But of course, the national interest is just a fig leaf, what they really mean is corporate profit.
in another world
you and I were witches
dancing naked in the night
two princes of the fey
leading men and women
to sweet delight
when your cruelty scared me;
i chose to save myself
instead of taming you
you died on the highway
in search of high adventure
drugs screaming in your veins
for twenty years i could not say
the name you shared with me,
that gave me power over you
i still remember
the sun upon your face
the wind in your hair
o' summer prince
you burn here still
2023 feels like
arborized opportunities. Branching
paths—each leading
to unique ends—beckon
me to dream, to envision
potentialities. But this multiversal
me meets vertices
meant for a variant
self. This me carries
weights. Rocks shaped
like unhealed wounds make
navigating new paths
hazardous. The branch
(or I) might break. No choice
is safe when the chooser
is me. But this tree…
She whispers of alternate
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realities. In one, my scars
are adorned with golden
strength—a kintsugi array.
Murmuring of rocks meant
for magic, she remakes
their heft. Crystalline
items, held and considered,
may offer insight, inspiration.
She urges me to find
my balance, to soothe
an injured inner child.
Listen, she says.
Wind softens her fractal form,
eddying over hardened
arbor arms and embracing
what she was
and is and will be. Sounds
of acceptance. Of loving
her, regardless of condition.
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Alisca
Plague Island Resistance
Witchy, Blinky Things
Jay 🆘