Stevi-Lee Alver

Joined March 2023

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Australian writer and tattoo artist based in Brazil. 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

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Runner-Up in Epistolary Challenge

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Phoenix: The Rainbow Massacre
Phoenix n. 1 a mythical bird, of gorgeous plumage, fabled to be the only one of its kind, and to live five or six hundred years in
By Stevi-Lee Alver6 months ago in Fiction
imprints of you
you are the scar i wear with pride --- Stevi-Lee Alver is an Australian writer and tattoo artist. She lives in the middle of Brazil with her wife. She loves bush walks and waterfalls but misses the ocean.
By Stevi-Lee Alver6 months ago in Poets
On Being Changed by a Poem
After discovering the poetry of John Wieners, I was left with a sense of literary regret: Where have you been all my life? I knew that, from then on, my writing would not escape Wieners' influence. My poetry would aspire to pay homage to his subtle style, which embodies postmodern detachment while painting emotionally rich symbolic landscapes in a modestly understated light.
By Stevi-Lee Alver6 months ago in Poets
Fearmongering
Faceless fanatics force feeding fabricated facts. Far-fetched falsehoods. Facetious fables. Feckless facades. Frowning foreheads. Furious fists flying. Faces fracturing.
By Stevi-Lee Alver6 months ago in Poets
Posie Parker's Hate Tour: The Feminist Mask of Fascism
Fascists Might Fear Trans Women. But They Are Terrified of Blak Women. Yesterday the "Let Women Speak" tour arrived in Canberra. It was during this rally that the police assaulted pro-trans Senator Lydia Thorpe.
By Stevi-Lee Alver6 months ago in The Swamp
an undefined mind
writing is the only form of madness that renders me sane --- Stevi-Lee Alver is an Australian writer and tattoo artist. She lives in the middle of Brazil with her wife. She loves bush walks and waterfalls but misses the ocean.
By Stevi-Lee Alver6 months ago in Poets
The Rock Cries Out
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully, Come, you may stand upon my Back and face your distant destiny… - Maya Angelou, 'On the Pulse of Morning'
By Stevi-Lee Alver6 months ago in Poets
accidentally on purpose
the problem is the shower curtain. it’s defective. it bellows inward toward the running shower. it has phosphorescent pockets that fill with water. it thieves moonlight and toothpaste. it put the bicycle out to rust in the rain. the bicycle was a red convent, an echidna wrapped in a towel. it waited for the storm to pass.
By Stevi-Lee Alver6 months ago in Poets
Queerness as a State of Mind
Today, I read a sickening piece by June Kirri. I won't reference the title, as it is quite triggering. The title needs a trigger warning. So, as you can imagine, the article requires a giant screaming trigger warning. The article discusses a violent crime and the inadequacy, and inherent discrimination, of the legislative system.
By Stevi-Lee Alver6 months ago in The Swamp
The Secret Power of Unlearning
Sometimes, learning is unlearning. It took me five years to draft my first novel. And two weeks to draft the second. In the process, I unlearned everything I'd been taught and learned something new.
By Stevi-Lee Alver6 months ago in Motivation
Queerifying the Classics
she promises to follow her like a flock of wild arrows. for the first time, they'll see the sky unfold from darkness, milky-way of glitter.
By Stevi-Lee Alver6 months ago in Poets
Glenside
The asylum is green dust. Not the green of fresh leaves, but the green of skies falling, the green of clouds opening, the green of hailstorms. Green dust rises but does not fall. Green dust floats in tormented corridors. Green dust touches saffron robes and indifferent coroners. Motes of green dust mingle with wafts of singed hair. Layers of green dust spread like encrusting coral on deep-water gates. Threads of green dust stitching yellow-buttoned madness. Green dust buzzing like phosphorescent bees over nightmare stew.
By Stevi-Lee Alver6 months ago in Poets