This post was named after my poem CHRONOPHOBIA, which was published in thecuriousclit substack. If you would like to read the poem, hear me read it aloud, and see some of my process of writing it in an interview, head over there. I also speak about asexuality in the interview.
*****I wrote this poem during the We Sweat Honeysuckle workshop for queer writers from Winter Tangerine. I started the workshop in New York the day my Pisces lover arrived, and finished the workshop in Seattle before breaking it off. I've always had a hard time connecting to my emotions and communicating them. This poem attempts to hold and accept difficult contradictions. See my ritual for the moon in Pisces on my profile if you want to read about how I return to emotion and healing!*****
About the Creator
Joe Nasta
Hi! I'm a queer multimodal artist writing love poems in Seattle, one half of the art and poetry collective Eat Yr Manhood, and head curator of Stone Pacific Zine. Work in The Rumpus, Occulum, Peach Mag, dream boy book club, and others. :P
The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saunders2 days ago in Fiction
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