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L’Identité Politique 03•26•2021

I decided that something positive had to come of today besides that gorgeous Seattle weather. Therefore, it’s official. I’m selling a poetry book. And it now has an official launch date.

You might see a few different images floating around for the upcoming poetry collection L’Identité Politique (first pictured above, the rest to follow):

I disagreed with someone on which phrasing made more sense and so we agreed that both should exist. So they do.

And of course I also made a larger notice – this one is more Instagram sized, though I haven’t used it there yet.

I can’t believe it’s real.

Jacob and Bee have mentioned interest in a Zoom launch party. If anyone would be interested in joining, I would absolutely love to host giveaways and other extra-special celebration games, if anyone can think of any. I have additional proof copies (meaning they contain errors and are not the actual final cover version) that are available for anyone interested in supporting me 🙂

I can’t begin to express how much work this has been, but it’s absolutely rewarding. This is one of at least four works I will see in a physical printed form from at least in some part of my creation during 2021. I couldn’t have done it without so many people. I don’t know where to begin, so I guess I’ll stop here for now.

Have a wonderful night, and as of four minutes from now, Happy Valentines Day.

~Lo

December Poetry Roundup

17 December 2020

Freedom is found
In knowledge sought
Connections imagined –
New dawning era of thought
Yet none speaks wisely
Who claim to know all
Pushing forth their opinions
As to not seem so small
Compensation calculation
For indiscretions of past
Look instead to the future
Nothing Can Last

11 December 2020

There’s a light in the forest
Beyond the break in the trees
Where water flows gently
Among the rustle of leaves.
Pardon the intrusion
Where humans should not be
I’ll return to the shadows–
Darkened path no one sees

9 December 2020

I hold space in the darkness
Where someday I pray
There will be light

8 December 2020

“Dans Macabre–” you say
With a permanent pearly grin
“It takes your breath away.”
As your long limbs sway
Stripped of their flesh
Now immortal as stone
With your clattering bones:
Restless soul with no home.


Thank you for taking the time to read my poetry today! These originally appeared on my Twitter account.

Pacific Northwest Ramblings

Cascadia

We climb into the cloud forest–
Sleepy trees draped in moss blankets
Slumbering to bird song lullabies
Dreaming of snow covered melodies
Melting into symphonies of spring


Thank you for taking the time to read this post! It first appeared on Twitter here.

CHW Publication: Arahura

A new poem on Coffee House Writers makes reference to someplace I’m missing dearly right now: Aotearoa (New Zealand).

The Arahura River is a living, breathing thing with a soul unto itself.

It is also subject to some heartbreaking history of the colonial Gold Rush era. The Ngāi Tahu or Kāi Tahu iwi made a treaty with the British Crown that allowed resource mining, while still retaining iwi ownership and rights to the Arahura. These rights were ignored.

I’m lucky enough to have seen the majesty of the Arahura. It is very recent that amends began to be made. Please take a moment to visit Arahura Dreaming to learn more about the Arahura Pa and what you can do to support the iwi that make the country of Aotearoa (New Zealand) so great. If you visit, please do so with the utmost respect and treat Arahura with the same innate rights as any other human being would have.