Looking for Deaf-centred stories for the reader in your family? Check out these authors:
@novicsara.bsky.social
@sageravenwood.bsky.social
@rossshowalter.com
@ilyakaminsky.bsky.social
Keep an eye on this page. I’ll be recommending Deaf & Disabled authors & artists throughout the month. 🤟🏼
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The poem is based on a true story. A fist did indeed come through a door…Every Damn Day Is Domestic Violence Awareness. Pulp was originally published in Pinhole Poetry. #DomesticViolence, #Holidays, #Pulp, #pinholepoetry
Might be human…
We’re all complicit in this humanness. Let this be a reminder, kindness doesn’t cost a damn thing…
#human, #WeCarryTheWound, #mightbeapoet, #KindnessRebel
When you have fangs and a heart. Our humanity is making us the wrong kind of animal. #fangsandheart, #trashethos, #notgrandmaspoetry, #littlegirlgrownup
She’s two and as fierce as the day she debuted. #everythingthathurtusbecomesaghost, #RebelPoet, #Indigenous, #gallaudetuniversity, #debutanniversay
I’m not even mad the moon hid last night. Make sure to read the poem inspiring the caption. I was fortunate and honored Atlanta Review chose to published ‘Between Bites’ a few years back. #moonlight, #betweenbites, #atlantareview, #poetry
*Lit Cigarette Summer is in two parts. The recent Canadian wildfires have me returning to this poem of mine in scavengers.lit . NY’s red haze moonlit nights of ‘what have we done’, is yet another in your face reminder. The world is becoming a dumpster fire with each passing day.
The next gorgeous anthology is from Past Ten, a collection of stories highlighting an event in each of the writer’s lives 10 years later. My piece reflects on the loss of my working dog for the deaf, Pickles. She’s the reason I live and write.🙏🤟
There’s also a soundtrack listing in the back where each contributor chose a song to go along with their piece. I chose Architects ‘Animals’ for mine.
I’ve been sadly remiss in announcing two wonderful anthologies I had the pleasure of gracing recently. The first is @pioneertownlit decade long celebrated collection - Pioneertown Pairings. Poems are paired with a cocktail or mocktail recipe throughout. Check out my poem, ‘What Escapes a Throat’.
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NIGHT SPEAK When you heard the rain tapping gently outside your window pebble tinged A lover’s insistent plea to be let in Sweat draped in cotton sheets screen shifted breeze floating bare skin Before your nail torn larynx’s scream asphyxiated Hatched spiderlings pouring from every orifice Wool choked whispers misnomered sheep knowing want and desire are different beast Squandering retaliation on forgivable regret Who pays the piper to chase uncounted sheep Delinquent soothsayer’s childlike prayers When you can’t forget whose voice never shuts up in your head a familiar stranger Memories sewn into a taunt fitted skin suit bloodied by touch wail slapped birthing And you want to pierce the heart of every white knight who failed to save the possessed maiden Virginity’s broken vessel has a female body It’s dark in the dark beneath ghost lids The night spits up chewed morsels of cognition Endless rooms in a house of woke with no escape every ex-lover is holding a hatchet of mistake Our dank sub-duality drum grown quiet Curtains tangled into knotted links of noose Stygian slumber’s bloated corpse awakening to sunrise’s persuasive red-tinged cleaving Dawn filters through eyelash ensnared brain fog Do you remember a kindness of sleep
PLAYING GOD WITHOUT A FLASHLIGHT Fear and loathing eat days Mares of night wearing faces of memory racing blind and trampling throated screams Couch sitting on my hands wood paneled Walls covered in The Wizard of Oz memorabilia I’m Dorothy talking to an inferno head Pretending to be a wizened little man behind the curtain Words flick against enamel escaping between my lips All the house of me doors are unlocked I’ve set a place at the table for you Introducing each trauma sitting with us by name I played the role of cowardly lion Empty as a tin man with no heart A scarecrow psychologist panning my brain Each response institutionalized textbook ready You believed this yellow brick road led to all my selves For years pulling up a chair to examine Each nag pulled from the race of my headspace Time was a useful tool for thieving senses Never staying longer than an hour Refusing to turn on the stair lights to the basement’s sublevel of emotional fortitude Every other room mined of intellectual capacity I never locked my doors you were free to leave Your pissed stained road spiraled out of control Munchkins couldn’t brick enough winding yellow Holding a motor purring kitten not Toto I’m watching the ball you dropped roll away There was never enough magical realism to forge the wilderness of me No matter how many times you stopped to skip stones across my creek I own this darkness The batteries in your flashlight are dead
On a black background, a QR code for visiting the book page is added on the right with a book cover of “Everything that hurt us becomes a ghost” on the left. Another QR code is added under the book cover for browsing more poetry titles. Information about a promo code (NDHM2025) that saves 30% on all poetry books with free domestic shipping is added at the bottom with “National Poetry Month” and the GU logo under. https://gupress.gallaudet.edu/Books/E/Everything-That-Hurt-Us-Becomes-a-Ghost https://gupress.gallaudet.edu/Browse-by-Subject/Literature-Poetry-Literary-Studies
We can’t let April pass us by without featuring some #DeafLit for #NationalPoetryMonth! Here's “Night Speak” and “Playing God with a Flashlight” by @sageravenwood.bsky.social from EVERYTHING THAT HURT US BECOMES A GHOST. Now 30% off w/ promo code NDHM2025:
gupress.gallaudet.edu/Books/E/Ever...
Includes collections by @mailbykite.bsky.social, Naomi Cohn, @tagreathouse.bsky.social, Cyrée Jarelle Johnson, @cynthiamhoffman.bsky.social, @sageravenwood.bsky.social, and Jillian Weise.
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Your girl’s book is featured in the DeafLit Reading Fest. I’m right up there with Nyle Dimarco whose book Deaf Utopia made The NY Times Bestseller list. 🙏🤟
There’s no flesh between love and pain…Twin shadows, never one without the other.” I’m a little too ‘real’, so you might want to grab a copy before it ends up getting banned in this new reality we find ourselves in.
gupress.gallaudet.edu/Books/E/Ever...
Today’s a good day after all. 🙏🤟
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What is Autumn of the soul but a lesson in how to let the dead things go. And what if we can’t? It’s been a quiet year of gentling loss and goodbyes. Words unflinchingly stabbing pins in nerve endings like a voodoo doll as if we haven’t already succumbed to grief.
Honored! 🙏🤟
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Happy Bookaversary! It’s been one year since Everything That Hurt Us Becomes a Ghost debuted. I would love to hear what you thought of the collection or if there was a favorite poem. 🙏🤟
A poetry expose, halfway between beauty and chaos.
‘I still don’t like my face’ but this book is what happens when you cut the raw truth from your body and expose it to the light of day. The emptying… (link in bio)
