Category: Poems

on Hope/on Praxis/Poems/the Cycle of the Seasons/the Work

beltane

Posted by Nix Kelley

Blessings of growth and blessings of earth for you today.

silhouette of erupting volcano during night time

on Rage/Poems

unexpectedly I suddenly needed to write a poem

Posted by Nix Kelley

how can I tell you of my rage / the holy fire that makes and unmakes me

Nix Kelley

Genderqueer non-binary trans. They/them/theirs. Death doula, clergy-in-training, writing about queer identity, death, hope, praxis, & song lyrics.

I'm at the Pizza Hut, I'm at the Taco Bell
I am fully embracing the amazingness that is the interconnected Fediverse. I am also fully embracing that I am Old and still think Old Memes are funny.

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I READ BANNED BOOKS

GENDERQUEER: a memoir (deluxe edition) by Maia Kobabe, read in one day in April 2023

We Do This Til We Free Us (audiobook) by Mariame Kaba, finished in May 2023

We're each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?
Ursula K. Le Guin, The Wind's Twelve Quarters, Volume 1

remember who you are

The future cannot blame the present, just as the present cannot blame the past. The hope is always here, always alive, but only your fierce caring can fan it into a fire to warm the world.
Susan Cooper, Silver on the Tree