. View from my porch, the poem's setting is just outside the porch. Often see hawks.Deer are less common since the creek easement behind our yard was turned into a path for humans.We do miss the deer. . Preparing for Winter . A doe guides Her spotted fawn To beds of golden Forage . Hawks …
BTT #88: Letting
Image from Cica Ghost "Dreamers" exhibit from way back in the day. . LETTING . Let them Let me Let them make me Let me Let them. Let’s not. Let’s just Breathe. Let me Scream Breathe, Let’s just. Let’s not Let them Let me make me Let me Let them. I will not let them. …
BTT #87: January 2026
January 2026 At this table, Through this window, A cold sky Burns blue. The birds are singing. They will not shelter, And my lungs Are aching to Expel the breathings Of my grief, Of my bewilderment, And of my rage. . We must not Hold our breath, The birds and I. We must scream, We …
BTT #86: Rituals
Rituals . It's Cumbersome. Praying, singing, Knowing some people, Shunning others. . Myriad altars, Some washed daily With blood Just to keep the Sun circling, Or Binding love beyond Death with Violence now. . All we really need Is kindness, And to breathe Until we can't. That's easy. --Lona Gynt, December 2024 . Posted to …
BTT #85: Know Regret, Know Doubt
Know Regret, Know Doubt . Finished writing about doubt, I have now firmly resolved, Not to sing About Regret. That lingering arrow Brings no bounty to the feast, And won't Be gathered back, Leaving only continuous questions In the heart. Did it fly astray? Or silently Hit its mark? . Lona Gynt, May 2025 All …
BTT #84: Your Very Own Personal Turing Test
. Your Very Own Personal Turing Test . A small leaf Devours sunshine Pulled down from where stars Unwind . We hold large And small at once In quiet gazes Asking . Are we less Than mere echoes In caverns between The stars? . Stardust that Sees itself is More than stardust. Please, Be Kind. …
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BTT#83: To All The Beautiful Young Queers
To All The Beautiful Young Queers . Safe families Lock you neither Out or in, They don't barter love, But hold you Like night Blending into dawn. We aren't Just harmonies, We are the song . If it's not safe, Just listen, Sing and wait. We're here We're Queer. We'll be your Mom. . Lona …
BTT #82: Jeremiad
Jeremiad. Musk has called the poor parasites While he feasts on their bodies. Vance waves his finger at a Courageous leader who has Given everything for his people, While Vance has given up the One truth he ever spoke when he Identified America’s Hitler. Adolf Trump has said we need To fight or we won’t …
BTT #81: Heavenly Father and Heavenly Mother, In Remembrance
. . Heavenly Father and Heavenly Mother, In Remembrance. . “Well you only ever really know that you’re living, when you’re totally sure that you’re dying, Maybe we get where we want to go. I don’t know, Fuck it, maybe the earth opens up and swallows us whole.” Laura Jane Grace/ Against Me¡, 12:03 . …
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BTT #80: When you are Queer.
. . When you are queer, It doesn’t matter To anybody one way Or the other Until you are visible, And then suddenly It sometime seems Everybody cares, But not always In a good way. For example, One brother Is always there to listen And share my tears, And the other won’t even Let me …
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