Preface:
2020
The poems within this collection are new ground for me; no, not in the way that they personify planetary beings as mythological goddesses; not even in their tendency to dramatize history and culture or spin a love story, but in the way that they work together.
This collection builds each poem on the back of the other. It ties together concepts that I feel have long been circulating in my brain, begging for space on the page. Mythology, Gods, Queerness, History, and Love are all pitted against a Longing through Time and Distance, Cultural Rejection, and Fear.
But under all of that, there is a story and a plot that reaches out to the millions of queer women and girls who deserve to be represented in the media and see their own love stories on the page. When I put women loving women into my poetry — liken it to goddesses and planets, power and beauty on the largest scale — I say that their love is worthy of the same mythological epics as Persephone and Hades! Or Orpheus and Eurydice!
They too have the right to make history.
The poems in Perigee tell the story, or fragments of it, of the Earth and the Moon as lovers torn apart. I tie in concepts of cultural history, nature imagery, and mythological allegory to personify the two planetary bodies and give them substance and backstory. I began with creating a picture of feminine love and desire as found in the beauty and simplicity of nature; I wanted to tie in large themes of oceans and planets to smaller instances of flowers and the light from a sliver of the moon. As I kept writing toward this theme, I developed a larger conceit in the allegory of the Earth and the Moon as lovers across millennia.
I start with a short definition, a titular poem in itself: "Perigee" Short and simple, it introduces the planetary concept of the work and gives the reader an inkling of the Earth and Moon's relation to each other.
Throughout the chapbook, I dance close to the idea of metaphysical poetry, not always explaining my allusions or meaning fully. I feel like this level of mystery is not impossible to surpass for the common reader, but it helps the audience experience the poems on multiple levels. I want to echo the concept of a Shakespearean couplet; the metaphysical aspects of my poems make it so the reader is forced to consider what I mean and how I mean it, it suggests they go back through and read again with a new concept in mind. This mystery and invitation for a new experience in each reading of the poem should leave my audience with a question or concept in their minds long after they read the piece.
Overall, the collection is one of beauty and nature, embracing godhood and mythology while rejecting the heteronormativity that often dominates cultural tales. It depicts a love that reflects gentleness and simplicity while at the same time challenging culture and religion. Perigee is a story of the Longing, Anger, History, and Resignation that tie both myth and history to love.
Enjoy.
*Please note that the poem “Intimacy” is a golden shovel of the poem “Alba” by Ezra Pound, whom I would like to acknowledge.
Perigee
Perigee: (noun)
The point in the orbit of the
Moon nearest the Earth.
Intimacy
My breath shortens as
her fingertips reach for mine. Cool
from the night air, and as
gentle as the
scent of jasmine in our garden; pale
and dew-drop-wet.
Her love leaves
upon my ocean, kisses of
tides: her gravitational desire. Lily-
white and string-of-
pearls rooted in me, the
current of her touch dusts my valley.
As day breaks, she
seems to lay
beside
the stars. And me?
I'm left in
awe and aching — waiting for the
brush of her lips on a day without dawn.
When the Moon was Mine
She was once
a part of me —
connected,
two halves of one soul —
Like the myth
of the original humans,
who were torn apart
by the fear
and pettiness
of their gods —
When she was taken
from my side
by Theia
and thrown
into the depths
of space,
All I could do
was thread my orbit;
a ring, a buoy;
around her fourth finger —
I was not strong enough,
to pull her home.
Destructive Worship
Long ago they worshipped us
called me Mother
and Creator,
called you Goddess,
Huntress and Protector.
Before their One God,
we were connected
by the stories that respected us,
even if they didn't know
of our love —
Before, they thought me
more connected
to the sky
and the depths of hell
than I was to you,
as if I could be in love
with what stands between us.
Now their One God
would condemn us to burn…
…and burn I do —
Because what they call love
has picketed holes
into my core
and torn me apart
at the crust.
It has needled me
with concrete and cities —
bound me
with steel and twine and serrated teeth —
Their love
has destroyed the cultures
of my forests and seas
and condemned those who worshipped us
as pagans and savages.
Long ago,
we knew a millennium
would pass
before we could touch again.
I will be dead long before then.
La Lun
She forgets sometimes, my Earth,
that I was her protector before Theia.
That I was exiled
for fear that I would destroy
the humans she loved so
But now,
she is left to their mercy:
They who poison her.
Oceans and atmospheres, clouded by pollution
and a long diluted history —
She is sick.
I can do nothing
but wait, bristling —
The same ones
who burned and tore
my lover,
will not stop.
She is feverish,
gasping for clean air —
I can do nothing.
They are trying to be gods
but they do not know
that being worshipped
means watching
alone.
The Space Race
They are so inquisitive,
those who call her Mother
Earth.
They built from her core
a way to get to me,
to colonize me
as they did
her deepest caverns
and highest peaks —
they knew my value enough to recognize me
as a prize to be won.
But they do not deserve
to worship me.
They do not deserve
to chip away
at my walls,
or thrust into me
the flags of their nations.
Their parasitic hatred
seeds all they touch.
(I would rather the world burn than watch them hurt her.)
The Heat Death of the Universe
We wait
for that day
when we can come crashing
into each other
with arms open,
NothingBetweenUs:
the Earth and the Moon.
