he was far out on an old tin
with desolating winds
and no name
to be heard
you can see how our names
had drowned him
who, past doubting spray,
groomed resurrected hope
like bearded sage
juno strode with each returning tide,
but now she has gone forth,
an ancient bell
the other night he saw
a thing so close against his world,
mildly in its place, surely,
with its thousand inlets
more than his name
or prideful poverty
hands
the first star
could write my head in deep darkness that fills my cocoon
all my dreams
will be back around for work based purposes
– a single night –
forgotten
has shaped these days
with its back against the wall
as it walked by my side, and beat steel-walled fate
how much good will it be
on the other side
but i did run away again
it seems they want more
to their feet
delight
a little too tight
create this world
from a lost otherworld
boundless joy has come once again,
with its arms above!
elles must be saved
the love-bird whistles
after this
particular loss
we may fly
she said with pleasure
they were so joyful all day long
just another chapter for
when your feeling has become
blurry through
‚i’m sure you’re right‘
Write on gender/ sex/ dysphoria/ euphoria/ pride or whatever colour of the spectrum you prefer.
3 poems
or prose (max. 9000 characters)
unpublished
Deadline: April 30th 2019
.doc or .pdf to litus.fanzine@gmail.com
all rights remain with the author
Auf zu neuen Ufern – raue Küsten, sanfte Strände oder auch Heimathäfen.
Unabhängiges unkonventionelles Projekt für Literatur
Warum macht man sowas?
Weil Poesie allen gehört. Und bei allen Gehör finden kann und es verdient, gehört zu werden.
Jenseits von kommerzieller Einheitspampe, just for the enjoyment of it.
Deshalb haben wir uns entschieden, eine Plattform für gänzlich unterschiedliche Literatur zu schaffen. Ob in Englisch oder Deutsch: Drückt euch aus!
„There is no excuse for poetry“
– Flann O’ Brien –
Unsere erste Ausgabe ‚Gender Blender‘ widmet sich der Vielfalt der Geschlechter. Schreibt über
den Seiltanz untenrum – die Weiblichkeit des Bauarbeiters, die Fierceness der Drag Queen
oder weibliche Potenz und männliche Ohnmacht – und alles dazwischen.
Und wer keinen Bock auf gar nichts hat – sehr willkommen!
Reicht ein:
Bis zu 9000 Zeichen (inkl. Leerzeichen) Prosa.
Oder bis zu drei Gedichte.
Beides bitte unveröffentlicht.
Die Rechte bleiben bei euch.
Einreichungen bitte als .doc oder .pdf unter litus.fanzine@gmail.com
Wir freuen uns.
i saw you
as you watched me,
but to love
i thought
you‘d meet my ear;
and shaped a word you caught
from rain and thunder
i’ll go – i’m dry;
there’s no time for
conquering my own moon
life and nature are so beautiful
as they all take from my centre
broken,
that it will become the rich soil for
spring at least not in vain;
old time broods,
on fire
i can sing rhymed prose.
my head from dusty earth
my heart from silky wine
we are here only when heavy
clouds collide,
earth has always seemed too far
away, but
who would not approve
air to breathe,
in my hand
a long term memory is made
complete
now no compact
