Counting breaths like waves
Crashing lips over my dunes
A fluttered memory,
Full moons like our hips breaking
seaside to our ecstasy.
Pea Tomioka
peaflowertea
Pea is always in a stage of transformation and believes when we think we've finally become who we are supposed to be, then the journey is at an end. She holds equivalency to a Masters in Graphic Illustration from private tutoring and is working towards an interdisciplinary Masters in Psychology and Creative Writing. She knit professionally for a decade and advocates for alternative arts as therapy for all. She is passionate about advocacy, an active member of the LGBTQ+ family, and aims to provide therapy for victims of sexual abuse in a unique and inclusive environment. Pea believes the current models for sexual health are exclusionary to a wide range of the LGBTQ+ family and intends to change the conversation about healthy sexuality through poetry and erotica.
4.5… Splash
The children are laughing in the backyard as they splash with the hose.
The chickens scatter, but it only reminds me of the seeds we’ve burned
scattered like my thoughts
like our fears
like fuck you.
The children are laughing in the backyard as they race the sunlight naked in their joy
I hear their laughter and it sounds too much like screams.
They don’t understand what we’ve lost. They don’t understand why Mother’s fear is a scent on the wind.
They delight in the hose, water play, and delights
without knowing how violent the world has become.
4… Chaos (a lune)
My posts are all but lost
To chaos
Technicalities.
3… Roe. A sonnet.
There was a brief and hopeful light within the darkness
where sun and flower kiss to paint the skies
and endless miles would stretch untouched by violence
Where daughter’s hand was safer in the wake
But Dawn, she races eastern to the fight
Our battle for the freedom to exist
In solidarity with our human right
To keep our flesh from subjugated fists
To right-wing men who think we are but chattel
Unspoken to the nuance of our flesh
They bray and spit their foaming mouths as cattle
Abusing all the women they enmesh
Our voices are as on in this refrain
May your worthless lives be filed with naught but pain.
2… Analog poem. photo incoming.
Internet failed and my photo didn’t load.
I will correct this injustice when I retain home.
Here’s hoping my poetry still counts.
Handwrit poem reads:
2… Analog Poem: A handwrit Tanka on my iPad
Each poem struggling
lost within my failed iPhone.
I choose to return
to handwritten pieces-
paperless poetry.
1… Ellie’s Diner
Sizzle sizzle fry
Omelette argument is lost
He will choose the food.
Testing, in haiku
It is almost time
to begin our poetry
After their violence.