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The aisles bled together. Cereal, cold medicine, diapers, canned food - all things he didn't exactly need but somehow sounded appealing, just because it'd fill the cart, just because it'd get him out of the store. Gabriel grabbed a jug of orange juice, marked down fifty cents in one place and ten in the other. Someone had gotten a little happy with the label maker, it seemed. Whatever. It he made eight dollars an hour to put up with everything, he’d make mistakes too.
Hell, Gabriel made mistakes anyway.
"That'll be two fifty seven and sixty-three cents."
Gabriel squeezed a few crumpled bills in one hand, coins burning cold against his palm. A blank-faced cashier held the paper bags back, like Gabriel was expected to grab them and run at any moment. Did he look that bad? He'd seen himself in the mirror that morning, after all, between brushing his teeth and rubbing stubble with a tired hand.
Yes, he did look that bad.
"Did the - " Gabriel gestured
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Packing For Homelessness in Phoenix, AZ
Everything you pack will be wrong.
You will take too much -
over the years your mind has adapted to an amazing list of non-
bite the bullet: Unpack everything,
leave it somewhere safe. No sundresses,
wisps of cool for long hot days,
no air conditioning;
your body will adapt faster than
your sensibilities.
You will go rough & feral
in the heat, feet callusing over shards of glass, freckles
on top of freckles,
body whipcord lean, with a cocky strut: a claim of dust
& streets
& secrets,
leave your things behind,  
there will be enough to tend,
your husband,
rolled cigarettes,
cactus thorns in a dog paw,
you cannot carry anything else –
not when the police horns will
evict you from the parking lot
& sleep
at 5 AM;
the monsoons storming the eastern sky,
whiplashing bodies & buildings, rugged, ragged,
emerging into one tomorrow after another,
you bend & bend & tumble with the fall,
but when your husband dances with you at 7 AM
in an alley, the dog ta
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The Receptionist
I found out her name was Jody the same day I found out she had cancer and then she was something like a goddess to me because since she got the news she had remained the same smiling receptionist that I saw every day and night and her laugh never changed and her morning wave never changed and I knew I was in the presence of someone very strong and very special.
I found out she was 24 and I imagined that she would lie in bed at night and stare straight up or do strange sums in her head on how things had to work out the way they did and she probably asked if she was really in control of anything anymore or if all of life was decided by some other fate at some other time and no virtue could be found in the tiny pleas of the living.
She was a goddess to me because she never wallowed even though at 24, she had to ask the big questions about who she really was and about hard things like souls, and what was over the edge -  in the blackness and if there was any way to prepare for that bl
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When I was little, my aunt dreamed of daughters.
On the weekends, she would take me,
my dimples and my temper, show me flowers
blooming in her garden: the ground moist,
yellow pansies and sweet peas taller
than my four feet.
I collected garden toads, plucked one from the soil
then another, and she let me place them
in the old tub downstairs, its white walls inescapable.
I laid there quietly,
their little legs finning the water,
the press of ripples pruning my skin.
I was an empress in new clothes. All my subjects
loved me.
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Jadis (excerpt)
Excerpted from my book Her Unwelcome Inheritance, a story about Faerie, going off to school, family tensions, and what to do when people you respect reveal that they believe in something absurd and impossible.
She was burning
Burning behind walls of ice
Grey was on her lips, on her bare throat, on her exposed arms. Her eyes were glassy, the pupils fallen as if grown weary of staring straight ahead, and had, as the centuries passed, slid imperceptibly downward.
Her hands rested in her lap, grey with grey nails. Nothing set her apart from the hundreds on hundreds of other figures sitting in that crowded room, grey and still, clad in clothes deteriorated to hints of ancient splendor – in all that room only the gold shone unmuted beneath a fine breading of dust. They sat, row upon row, rank succeeding rank, gazing into the dark recession of the vast unlit room before
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blue baby blues
     peacock feathers of smoke
     brush over my calves
     the plumage working its way
     through the stockings & skin
     to nestle into the muscle
     where it will root like an acorn
     and grow into an oaken pair of wings
     to lift my feet from hardwood floors
     so i can dance
     with my knuckles brushing against the ceiling fan
     my heels rocketed from the floorboards,
     crushing my body against the whirling blades
     leaving a tremor that fights my hands
     as i measure tea with tiny metal spoons
     & ease the leaves into a hemp bag
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I collect things
they may resemble some of your traits
or be loosely associated to those things
that moved you,
I worship these little cadavers,
they rot out my heart,
send me to an earlier grave.
I collect things
and become them,
dirty artifacts to guide me through
dirty emsembles to bless these
I'm going to get over you
for once and for all
collage new collections
to richer
the consequences.
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THAT Woman
     First they said, "No wind chimes outside the cottages. Three warnings will be given, then you are subject to eviction."
     My Granny said, "Humph. I like my old bamboo windchime. I can't even reach it no more to take it down. It's gonna stay, dammit, and I will too."
     I told Granny, "Not if they evict you, you won't. I can take it down."
     She looked at me over her reading glasses, with that Look she has.
     "If anyone's evicted, you can go with em, Sonny. I'm stayin put. Me and that damn windchime."
     I said, "Granny, I don't even live here. C'mon. It's just a windchime."
     She said, "And we're just a buncha old senior citizens in a QUOTE retirement community END QUOTE, and I, for one, am gonna keep whatever I want right here. Me included."
     I sighed. I know Gran
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having been a baby
I am wine dried
on empty cups, made drunk by
what place the light has ever slept,
ever nestled my hand
as an instrument
in your hand, I can not sleep through a second language
I can not
limit the truth of expanding, of feeling like
the room is happy
to have
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A Meeting
You will notice first, the bone jutting
from my meat, it is called teeth,
These are my lips;
This, like so, is called a smile.
And then there are the fabrications that I wear
The layers of silk, of wool,
of iron air
(indeed there is an air that I am not quite there)
- And feathers I have wrapped into my hair
And Afghan pearls, and finally
My hands, hare-fleet, and meeting
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Last week, you showed up with the thunder on my doorstep.
Your voice was so drenched with the rain that I almost didn't recognize the way you said my name. It hung in the air like an incomplete sentence, like something unfamiliar, like you were so lost from trying to find everything we left behind and piece it back together that you couldn't find me in your heart anymore. It was pouring and the power was out and I was so tired of watching the world fall apart from outside my windows that I let you back inside my arms and inside my senses, and your bones were shaking as you clung to me and told me how good it felt to come back home.
There was something forced in our actions, as if we were going through the motions of something we had practiced a hundred times before. Your lips were all orchestrated movements against mine and the arch of your back and shudder of your breath felt rehearsed, so that when you lay tangled and spent in my bedsheets I let my mouth wander the terrain of your sh
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How To Say Goodbye
Dear Unborn Child, Whom I Let Go;
When I was thirteen and four months old, and you were thirteen years younger, I decided to let you go. You squirmed in opposition beneath my ribcage, up against my pelvis, and I licked my lips and tried to smile while I leaned my forehead on the cool glass of the car, hellbound.
I remember sea weed insertion, dilation, cramps and bleeding. Orange smoothies from Dairy Queen that I threw up, and I hoped you were mingling in the remains of my summer day treat, so I could put this behind me. Pretend I was 'moving on'. I laid in the bathtub of a hotel room for six hours, trying to melt you away in scalding water from a rusty tap, yet you clung on, holding tightly to the walls of my pelvic region. Wiggling upwards, towards my throat. Past my teeth. You're trying to get out, but my family has decided you won't breathe when you're released from your bloody shackles; you may as well settle down now, sweet son, settle down.
The rest of this, to me, is a blur. Th
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Romancing Cotton
Someone told me that the balled-up almost was growing inside her like
a sapling, that soon the girl would be all swell and wet.  What she said
was, "don't leave". Her ego was a white sheet caught on a branch, the
type of fabric my mother treated with contempt. Frippery, beautiful
but impractical: keeping it alive was like trying to catch a bubble with
dry hands.
The wind carried the sickly smell of opium and morning sickness,
signals of a spring in which fingers like white spiders cradled
the beginning of bloom. Hope seemed at once skin-near and star-far.
What I offered her was not a marriage proposal, it was a murder
of crows slipping across the sheet of day. Union makes for ardour
and sweat. We were trying to build a body bereft of bones, with
phrases shaped like small sharp pins, like dove-fletched
arrows, like abandoned gods—relatively, you're
and there are always greater pains.
I assembled cribs, prayed to the god of broken things.
The future
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Cadaver Hotel
I live inside of your corpse. Stealing
in through the incision
between your ribcage and hipbone, I burrow
myself inside of your embalmed organs and
wrap my fingers around your bones,
clutching until my knuckles turn
the same kind of white.
Though you are dead,
your body sometimes quakes-
spasms and sends a flash-pulse of postmortem waves
over me. For quick sucks of air,
I crawl up and out of your pretty mouth, careful
not to hit your crooked teeth.
To avoid dying inside of you-
oh, how I long to-
I have taken
to gnawing on the insides of your cheeks
and the sinewy parts of your
atrophied muscles.
Yesterday you began to reek
the way dead things do,
while it is sour,
it still smells like you.
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Daily Deviations I featured during my time as a volunteer and staff member.

Heavy, California

Sat Sep 22, 2018, 1:39 AM
Listening to:
Jungle - Casio

Skin by ginkgografix

Life, huh?
I keep trying to evaluate this year and how I feel like it's going, but I think the one fundamental truth that I'm holding onto is that whenever life outside of myself is crazy, the internal stuff seems to ease up, which I'm pretty grateful for at this stage. For how hectic and wild this year has been re: politics, current events, etc., my personal life has been...pretty great as of late, actually. I hope in saying that I'm not jinxing anything, but all in all I've been pretty happy in recent months.

Having said that, I am still working two jobs and it is keeping me very occupied, but while I've felt burnt out on straight up writing for ages because of it, I'm trying to put my creativity to other things in recent months. The D&D campaign I'm in is still going strong, I was in a Pathfinder campaign for a while as well, and I'm in the process of working on something for a new D&D campaign, which will be my first time serving as dungeon master for a campaign, so I'm a bit excited, a bit nervous, and more than a little bit overloaded with things to do, hah.

I've made a conscious decision in recent months to scale down the time I spend on social media, and I think in having done that, I stress out a lot less about many things. I still keep up with news, of course, but it's been nice to refocus my time and how I spend it outside of work. I'm slowly trying to build habits. Some of them are sticking better than others, but I figure as long as I can get some to stick now, I can keep trying at the harder ones once the easier ones become second nature.

My goal for this year has been to be more mindful of what I say to people and why, and what my goal is in saying things before I say them. The end result was supposed to be to make sure I was being kind whenever possible, but in the process I think I made my life easier simply by way of not getting myself into as many situations that were avoidable.

I'm learning that lots of negative life situations are avoidable. It's been nice.

I got a new mattress and bed frame this week. When we dismantled my old frame, we discovered that the sideboard of the frame on the side I sleep on had begun to split down the middle from both ends simultaneously. On the one hand, I kept wondering whether or not I should have been spending hundreds of dollars on a new bed and frame when I had something that for all intents and purposes still worked, and on the other hand, discovering that crack explained a lot about why I haven't slept well in recent months.

Some negative life situations aren't avoidable, but at least this one happened at a point where my head was afloat. :P

I can't promise I'll be around more in the near future, given that balancing my time is a constant struggle. But, this is to say that I'd like to be around, at least some of the time. Building habits, and all that. I hope you're all well, and that the rest of this year brings you all good news and happiness. 

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mohawk menace
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Hi there! I'm a storyteller of sorts. Here on DA, I was a gallery moderator from 2010 to 2011, a community volunteer from 2011 to 2012, and a staff member from 2012 to 2015. Feel free to say hi, I don't bite!

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A deviant for nine years, ikazon is a monumentally influential member of DeviantArt. A champion of DeviantArt’s literature community, he’s contributed his own writing and journal skins to the community since he first joined DeviantArt. In 2011, ikazon became a Community Volunteer, shining a light on undiscovered pieces in both the DeviantArt related and literature galleries. His dedication to the community quickly made him a beloved figure on DeviantArt. Soon after, in 2012, he was hired as a full-time staff member, where he ran multiple community projects, such as the 2014 and 2015 Valentine’s Day Exchange!

However, ikazon’s contributions to the community extended past his time as a community volunteer and a staff member. From contributing journal skins to the CalendarProject to leaving encouraging comments for his fellow community members, ikazon’s supporting presence has been felt all across DeviantArt.

We’re proud to name ikazon as the Deviousness Award recipient for March 2016!
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jdrainville Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2018  Hobbyist General Artist
It's been ages!  Hope you are well. :hug:
ikazon Featured By Owner 2 days ago   Writer
Hey! I've had a lot going on, but doing alright, all in all. I hope you're doing well too :huggle:
specialized666 Featured By Owner Aug 6, 2018  Professional General Artist
Hi, have a very nice day :D
ikazon Featured By Owner 2 days ago   Writer
I'm very late to seeing this, but thank you! I hope you have a nice day as well :D
Teague-Drydan Featured By Owner May 31, 2018  Student Writer
Thanks for the watch!
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