The Wordsmith's Forge

This poem came out of the June 2, 2016 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from lynnoconnacht. It also fills the "Eat Something Delicious and/or Healthy" square in my 5-20-15 card for the Wellness Toolbox Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by technoshaman. It belongs to the Shiv thread of the Polychrome Heroics series. Bear in mind that this poem happens immediately after Shiv's release from prison, so it's a lot farther down the line than recent poems; there are more in between, some written and others not. But you should know enough of the storyline by now not to feel lost.

Warning: This is actually less of a blender ride than most of Shiv's perspective, but he's still feeling overwhelmed from being out in the world again. If that's touchy territory for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.

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curiosity is sponsoring the three poems in Cuoio & Chiara, on a payment plan.  The first part of "This Penetrating Intimacy" will go up presently.  Further material will be posted every other week as new payments arrive.  This is not the same as the usual microfunding-by-crowd so I'll need to modify the headers a bit.

I am caught up on planting for now. 

Today it is sprinkling a bit.  I went outside and pulled weeds from the patio around the cistern and strip gardens.  Moved a lot of worms into flowerpots, I think I've put some in every pot now so I'm back to putting them in the barrel garden.

While researching for a poem, I found some fun lists ...

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Well, the team-up has turned into an epic success. :D All of the initially listed poems -- "Huposkhesis," "A Confession of Pain," and "Against the Etiquette" -- have been fully sponsored and posted.  

Two subsequent poems have been named as targets: "Whose Lives Are Quite Different" and "What Makes a Team Work." Posting "Whose Lives Are Quite Different" would also unlock the already-sponsored poem "Never So Alone Again."  "What Makes a Team Work" is a prerequisite for the already-sponsored poem "No Feeling of Being Alive." 

This poem is spillover from the March 1, 2016 Poetry Fishbowl.  It was inspired by a prompt from rix_scaedu.  It also fills the "bubbly" square in my 12-1-15 card for the Defining Character Bingo fest.  This poem has been sponsored by curiosity.  It belongs to the Cuoio & Chiara thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

This microfunded poem is part of a package bought during the May half-price sale, to be paid on an installment plan.  So it's not seeking donations from other people, and the remaining material will be posted over time.

Warning: This poem contains some intense topics.  Highlight to read more details, some of which are spoilers.  This is heavy-duty hurt/comfort with lingering echoes of traumatic grief, graphic violence, graphic medical details, complications of medical care due to superpowers, current solutions for said complications which are reassuring and effective, past descriptions of hacking around said complications in ways which were effective but appalling, and Cuoio somehow managed to not get PTSD from that shit, jump-started nonsexual intimacy if you can imagine "rapport at first sight" instead of the usual love, a little finagling to get the dynamic situational authority to work right because it's so new, minor misplaced angst caused by carrying over assumptions from a previous relationship to a current one that is quite different, and other challenges.  Despite the mayhem, it's mostly positive: problems come up and are dealt with and people take care of each other because that's what Family is for.  This poem features Cuoio meeting a new teammate, so skipping it could leave a gap in the thread. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.

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