Metal Scrapes Porcelain

Kindra M. Austin – a poem of never again

Kindra M. Austin

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My mouth is pregnant with sound,

but my lips

form only silent shapes;

and you taunt me over a plate of


scrambled eggs.

You used to love my scrambled eggs,

but now you’re not even eating;

you push the food around with a fork

while I

swirl a glass of pink zinfandel,

and contemplate killing you.

Metal scrapes porcelain…

the moon is no longer ours;

she’s retreated

deep within a grey white veil—

an ever passing shroud.

Metal scrapes porcelain…

never again will we make love

‘neath the pallid watch.

Never again

will you hear the shrill of my heart.

Metal scrapes porcelain…

and my mouth is pregnant with sound,

dead under the noise of a fuckin’ fork

pushing eggs to the center of a dinner plate.

I take the fork from your flimsy fingers

and wonder

what your blue eyes would taste…

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A sneak peek into The Black Naught by Kindra M. Austin

Kindra M. Austin grants a peek at her new novel.

My Screaming Twenties

This week on My Screaming Twenties celebrates the recent release of Kindra M. Austin’s newest novel, The Black Naught.

chapter one: Birds/Bleeding Hearts

Talk to me. I want to hear your thoughts.

Am I asleep? Am I dreaming?

Tell me a story. Or tell me about today.

Is that really you I hear?

Begin at the beginning.

Okay. I remember lying down between cool cotton sheets at dusk, when the black naught in the corner of our once shared bedroom would yawn awake. Even though I was old, I was sent to bed early the night before our annual trip to Tawas. I’d ignore the sentinel thing and look out the window to watch the dim white stars stir silvery blue in an inky sky. What if I could pull down the night? I wondered; and I imagined thick, wet panes falling to the earth. Other times, I’d try to…

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The true price of things

TheFeatheredSleep – Swimming in deep water


underwater photography of woman Photo by Engin Akyurt on

The pool reflects deep with shallows, an opaque pearl

she has always been beautiful, even now, even then,

she dives without concern, because, what else can happen?

When people die, that’s how you feel, invulnerable in the face

of dreads previously unimagined

and also, terribly, terribly aware of pain.

Some hide the rest of their lives, others drive fast cars at night

not wearing their glasses

she is one of those who stands somewhere in-between

the grief of injury lies heavy on her dark shoulders

still, she plunges into water, imagining other realities

one where she never knew horror and horror never knew her

where babies were born perfect and whole

husbands did not get crushed in half and

soured settlements buys them luxury

they’d trade it all in, to have him whole

less angry, more able to be, swimming underwater with her.


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On Tyranny: Eight Lessons for Resisting the Fascisting of America

Calico Jack – How to Resist

The Psy of Life

The other day or was it last week? I don’t know, the days and weeks all seem to blur together into one long run-on nightmare in the #GOPDystopia of fascism, incompetence, and fantasy-make-believe world, which is engorging like a seedy 70 year-old’s erection at a Bangkok hostess bar after dropping two Viagra before leaving the hotel room. It just seems to be more inflamed by the minute. Anywho. Sometime in the recent past, I saw Rachel Maddow pimp Timothy Snyder‘sOn Tyranny: Twenty Lessons from the Twentieth Century,when she interviewed him about the paramilitary forces the Ol’ Pussy Grabber had deployed to Portland. Between the book and the interview there are many lessons to be learned, and I’ve written four blog posts to learn ’em! Be sure to check out the other three:

  1. On Tyranny Or How to Tell…

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If things seem pretty hopeless right now…

LuckyOtter – observations and support

Lucky Otters Haven


People are having a hard time right now. America is no longer a very nice place to live. And due to Covid 19, which we have not been able to keep under control because we have a president who scoffs at science and experts, other countries have closed their borders to us, so we can’t escape even if we have the means to do so. We have become a pariah state.  A shithole country.

The bullies seem to be winning, while those of us who want American democracy back are demonized and called terrorists and traitors and anarchists by the wannabe dictator in the White House and his fascist minions.  Of course, they are projecting.   They are the real traitors and terrorists, leaving nothing but chaos, death, and destruction in their wake.    But they seem to have all the power right now, don’t they?

We are a failing state…

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Biden or Trump: The Easier Question and Intensity Matching

Calico Jack – Deciding who to vote for, or against.

The Psy of Life

We here at Ye Olde Blogge feel that this election is the most significant in the history of the US. It will determine whether we return to being the United States of America or continue being the United Fucking States of Fucking Stupid. If we are to remain the US, we elect Joe Biden and a Democratic senate. If we are the United Fucking States of Fucking Stupid, we’ll send the Ol’ Pussy Grabber back for another four years of paying pee-hookers to piss on the Resolute Desk, the Constitution, and American values and a Repube senate to finish the work of turning us into single-party pseudo-democratic minority-rule regime condemning us all to live in Cancer Alley, drink Flint water, and die quickly and quietly while they transfer the nation’s wealth to the 1% as quickly as possible. The funny thing is, we’ll…

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Choose wisely.

LuckyOtter – a true meme

Lucky Otters Haven

I saw this meme on Facebook.  It sums up everything I’ve been feeling about American politics lately as well as the Covid 19 situation here in America.

As a society, we Americans have made some pretty terrible choices.  We’re a supremely selfish society, bar none.   And everyone but us seems to know it.

Thinking only of one’s own comfort at the expense of our fellow human beings only winds up hurting us in the end, too.   No one wins.


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I ain’t no Damsel

Christine Ray – Dragon, not Damsel

Brave & Reckless

you have mistaken me
for a damsel in distress
waiting upon a handsome prince
to rescue me
slay the dragon
you seem
to be under
the mistaken impression
that I have no backbone
that previous violations
of my boundaries
as a girl child
has left me spineless
you appear
to be implying
that I am looking
for the right man to come
and save me
from my darkness
lead me lovingly
into the light
into normalcy
far away
from the broken thing
you seem to feel
I am
you seem to believe
that when I write
about my sexuality
that this actually
has something to do
with you
let me set
the record straight
I am the fucking dragon
I saved myself long ago
I have a steel-reinforced spine
a barbed tongue
that roars truth
I have learned to love
my darkness
I have learned to love
my light

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