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This volume of jaye simpson‘s poems is turbulent, capturing the hard and soft edges of being trans, woman, and indigenous. The collection is intriguing, varied in form, and interesting to read. I‘m glad I picked it up. #Poetry #LGBTQIA

I don't read a lot of poetry, and I won't pretend that I understood everything in this collection. But I really appreciated the way these poems were written and the glimpses you get of the author's struggles with being indigenous & trans, internally & interpersonally, and growing up in foster care. It also made me want to listen to Florence + the Machine, which I'm not mad about
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Great book of poetry. They cover hard things like trauma, homophobia, transphobia, colonialism and family dynamics. Lots of trigger warnings.

My favourite poem was the first one, about sea glass and being shaped into something soft, instead of sharp with jagged edges that cut. It‘s about trauma and the face we present in order to be accepted.

It‘ll stay with me.

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Picked up this poetry book on kindle for my next read in the #transrightsreadathon.

Beautiful cover and looks interesting! I don‘t read much poetry but I‘m getting into it slowly.

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jaye simpson—nonbinary trans, Oji-Cree + Scottish & French ancestry—grew up in foster care. Their autobiographical poems express anger at the harm inflicted on them as a child, & later as a sex worker, while their noncapitilized use of “i” gentles their treatment of self, pointing towards healing & joy. Powerful imagery & emotions, + a sense of mythological history contrasted against brief individual lives. #Indigenous #LGBTQ #poetry

call me sea glass:
because i once was sharp
broken tossed in
tumultuous tides
thrashed on barnacle- & coral-clad rock,
pitched on log after drunken sunset
witnessed by shifting bonfire light.

they hardly ever remember
i used to cut.

i am illusion enough for now / shapeshifters are monstrous / in their own / infinite possibilities / & how mundane the beholder.

i want touch that isn‘t born of fetishization or desperation, i want touch born of healthy intentions, sure and full of consent. i do not want touch purely because of my fatness, nor my transness. i want touch because someone wants to hold me and because i am me.

Reading today, September 30, which is the National Day for Truth and Reconciliation. #Indigenous

This stunning poetry collection actually has pulled me out of something of a poetry slump. Every poem in this collection is excellent, Simpson truly has a gift for weaving beautiful and moving poetry. Highly recommended.