ivy

@ivysomeday.bsky.social

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She/her. Transgender. Expat American in Australia. Terrible puns. Chained to computers. Dreaming of fruit trees and bees, mud houses and spaceships, long walks and the sound of the sea. @IvySomeday on Twitter

A red shoe and a foot that is clearly too small for it. No Cinderella of sports identified. Prince charming sighs.
An abandoned cat TV by a tree near a curb
Flowers blooming in the fire My friends Are all trans women Crying, fighting, scheduling surgeries While governments plan to kill them Sharing knowledge of what happens When your body finally knows estrogen Details filling in ignorance left By doctors' apathy Sharing hormones and how to get them Even as laws shift under their feet Sweeping away help, extinguishing sources They teach each other makeup, skin care, hair styles Hold each other, embrace across text filled with life Stretching around the world Each one beautiful, impossibly beautiful Aglow with the becoming The moments they sacrifice all else for, Knowing that now is all they have Flowers blooming in the fire
A voice in my head asked "How do you know you are a woman?" Another voice answered "I learned early on that I was not allowed to be angry. No matter what was done to me or in my name. And isn't that the essence of what is woman In a world that needs her and hates her And hates needing her?" The first voice was silent.
I never got close to you We did the dance Our eyes met The words flowed We each Dropped layer after layer After layer Til there was you Opening to me And there was me An empty space Where nothing had been allowed to grow Only a secret Planted in the soil Never watered
Comet, Oklahoma
A voice in my head asked "How do you know you are a woman?" Another voice answered "I learned early on that I was not allowed to be angry. No matter what was done to me or in my name. And isn't that the essence of what is woman In a world that needs her and hates her And hates needing her?" The first voice was silent.
Evening sky over building, clouds broken up by powerlines
Vines trailing over the edge of a shallow cave
Bottlebrush flowers
Sometimes I want to tear off the plastic Strip the wires Grasp the leads and slam the plug home Feel myself light up Feel my flesh burn Feel anything Feel death At least know something real Does the pebble in the surf Tossed endlessly Know anything at all Beyond the movement The forgetting of the movement The endless half-sensed tearing The wear Does it wonder Passing grains of sand Was that part of me once? Before it washes on
Path through bush. Tree ferns, rocks, overcast day
The butterfly is screaming New wings unfurl, swell, and Beat. One Two Three Four The butterfly is screaming Giving voice to the knowing Behind her the hungry confusion The twisting, changing darkness The butterfly is screaming Exorcising the agony that haunts her Buoyed up by the current within Stronger than any rock which stood against her need You who see only The flash of colors, The velvet antennae, The perfect, black legs - Cannot hear The butterfly is screaming
Legs. Feet. Rock. Water.
Flowers
Sunset through a tree. Pinprick sun pierces new growth Fire wash blue, black stamp
Cover of book "The Making of the English Landscape"
Shadow on beach
Jade plant blooming
stock photo from mid-20th-century cookbook crown-of-weiners recipe