31/07/2025
InterGifted has its latest publication out - How I Healed My Gifted Trauma. I have a lengthy poem included in the collection. Titled Brood XIV and inspired by the emergence of the 17-year cicadas this spring, here are a few excerpts:
Brood XIV
Sirens in the trees sing out life’s alarm,
Vibrating tymbals and hollow abdomens cry
To remain alive long enough to be met and create
The only thing worth having. Cicadas
Emergent, seventeen years in darkness,
Sucked at tree roots, quiet, cool, patient,
Hidden since Usain Bolt became the fastest man.
Change comes slowly, then up and tumble
Through damp, warm ground, old husks dry,
Crack, and release the red-eyed, wet-winged
Resurrected to pause in the sun that’s gone
Unseen since Obama won Guam, vulnerable
Soft bodies, long adolescent, constitute
Themselves to join treetop swarms and scream.
[...]
The World turns away when you’ve looked too long,
Laughs when you ask an honest question,
Rewards compliance and rejects complexity.
The World knows how you ought be,
The World offers love only when it isn’t
Discomfitted by too present a presence.
The World discourages passion in real time.
You find your dimmer switch, lowest gear, and
Volume k**b to lessen - lest you be lonelier -
Excel at The World’s priorities - lest expression be
Rejected. A collection of faces composed to
Remain safe - lest your place in the ecosystem
Shrink too small. Camouflage enough to convince,
Fool even you. Veils are skin once you forget.
[...]
At the feet of elders, translucent wings wet and unfolding,
Compound eyes open and will never close. Systems
Awareness clocks the neuroscience, lived experience, social
Networks, professional avenues, multiple exceptionalities,
Intersectionalities, and personalities populating this ecosphere.
Neurons swarm to reorient, one day building Rome, and the
Next thousand learning to govern. Magicicada has only one
Unfurling, yet you discover galaxies in deep field reflection.
These needs can be met. These contortions can be unknotted.
Ready to Redwood, Bonsai escapes its pot and sprints until
Collapse. The ache of grief, those unlived lives, the exertions,
Time pursuing sameness. Each traumatic interaction resides in
Burrows, highly myelinated cobwebs. You grasp the way, map
Navigable paths to rewire old systems into gardens of stars.
The whole publication is here: https://intergifted.com/bookshop/