Poem: when a daughter thinks of her dad

when a daughter thinks of her dad
for Summer & Jordan, Father’s Day

never done before
figuring out a style
telling the things that are important
a lot of knowledge
and style in the person
that is so deeply appreciated
the caring person they know through and through
it’s a cool blue twilight
at this typewriter on the street
when a daughter thinks of her dad

[Eva L. Elasigue / ELE CC-BY 4.0 Creative Commons]

I was in San Diego when typewriter poet Jeremy Brownlowe and I sat our typewriters next to each other on the sidewalk to type in tandem, and I was the one to handle this request from passersby.


Poem: Et Cetera

Et Cetera

and I know that reality
reiterates its entirety eternally
with me in it
and all the love
and pain
that some part of me never forgets
even as it moves ever onward
and must see beauty
and must feel everything
or just wander lost
still as itself regardless
as myself
reminded again and again
forgetting as it suits the tired self
is this body just a story?
what is the brain, how is the enfolding done
and the refolding
where is the skin of the all
what’s beneath it
I know the always
in the never
I know forever

by Eva L. Elasigue / ele CC-BY 4.0 Creative Commons

Poem: The Forgiving Ground

The Forgiving Ground

Cast yourself upon the ground,
the forgiving ground,
on the softest place
I’ll be there with you
It is not bad to be lowly
atop the sinking, tickling moss
eye to eye with tiny bluebells
rubbing shoulders with mushrooms
There is softness
We are not unforgiven
This body is good
The sun kisses
and kisses and kisses
The moisture from the light rain
turns to steam
Picking out a gentle prickle
that plucks a chuckle
Laying out full length
Like me, the moss loves love
it is allowed and encouraged
The eagle flying under the day moon
is also here
above the rich breath of trees
It’s not yet the season
for the dragonfly dance,
but there are new buds
We can eat them
and be fed by this day

by ele / Eva L. Elasigue CC-BY 4.0 Creative Commons

Poetry: Soul of the Mask, transcribed

resplendent in crimson and mist, the great cosmos swirling around her outstretched hand
(ELE for Skye)

Deep and expansive, the minute changes beat to beat are like the growth of a wild joy
(ELE for Jordan)

vibrant voice, the focus of thought and contemplation, expressing the inexpressible
(ELE for Paul)

playful, curious, the adventure unfolds with a shake of the head and wiggles out
(ELE for Nolan)

shadows peeking around corners, edges melting into the air, somehow shining
(ELE for Aura)

[ELE / Eva L. Elasigue CC-BY 4.0 Creative Commons]

These were transcribed from the original typewriter slips. This comes from the Masquerade event in Providence, RI in October of 2021.

Article here: https://evalisaelasigue.wordpress.com/2021/10/14/typewriter-poetry-soul-of-the-mask-masquerade-ball-providence/

Flash: Microhole Quantum Displacement of the Transporter

[This is an abstract of a fictional paper in database on some of the principles behind Star Trek’s transporter; a flash fanfic.]

Title: Microhole Quantum Displacement of the Transporter

Author: Eva L. Elasigue

Abstract: Rather than create one large displacement field, which we have not achieved to this day, instead the transporter is made possible by a 5D fluid grid of quantum entanglement microholes. With the 4th dimension being time, the 5th dimension is intention – namely target, subject, and destination (using 5th-D mechaneurolinguistic programming as defined in the notorious seminal work). The fluid grid enmeshment is a paint-by-numbers energetically living algorithm which communicates firstly with the nervous system, gaining biophysical agreement and certainty of orientation, another 5D variable element.

((CC-BY 4.0 Eva L. Elasigue))

Beta reader #1: Brent Spiner, Data of The Next Generation at San Diego Comic Con 2021 Special Edition
Brent decided to keep it! For fun, these were attached:
A picture with Melinda Snodgrass, Star Trek writer of award-winning Data episode “Measure of a Man.” At her recent book release at Jean Cocteau Theater in Santa Fe NM, December 2019
A mini-print of this new poster art by Brennan Wagner of DC, Grendel, etc.

Typewriter Poetry: Soul of the Mask, Masquerade Ball Providence

I set up a typewriter table, buddied with artist Aura Lunae at this elegant night of music and art:

Here we are! I sold some zine broadsheets of my new-this-year Cabaret Poem, and my bespoke experiment was titled Soul of the Mask (pose for poetry). People could pose for me their masquerade persona, and I typed them a single poetic line to capture the energy of the moment.

Following, some of the poetry embodied on this night:

Poem: Beauty Spell

Beauty Spell

I once kissed a chameleon’s tail, curled
gently into a soft fiddlehead spiral,
hanging from the thin arm of a bush. It
blushed and ran (or walked quickly) away,
then turned around and watched me. I
brought dead bugs to it once or twice.
I liked its mitten hands.
I have not done it a second time.

[e.l.elasigue / Eva L. Elasigue CC-BY 4.0 Creative Commons]

Poem: Let Me Be Your Ocean, Bold Surfer

Let Me Be Your Ocean, Bold Surfer

I have an idea: you be you,
and I can be the ocean.
Come to me, get excited to see me
Cherish your favorite spots
and take good care of them,
Love me knowing you
can’t keep others from me
Pay close attention to my details
and get me at the right moment.
Bring your friends to see me,
party with me day into night
Respect me when you want me,
like I hold your life
Feel me soft, warm, hard, cold, taste me.
Get into my depths, feel my movement –
add to me your exhilaration,
your courage and smooth grace
Let me give you glory,
make you smile, laugh, scream, and sigh,
then surrender to my complete embrace.
Sit in awe of my beauty when I’m at peace.
Leave me longingly,
when you can’t take any more,
already thinking about the next time
you can do it all again, anew.

[e.l.elasigue / Eva L. Elasigue CC-BY 4.0 Creative Commons]

Tune in closely to hear it amidst the hubbub at the cervecería:

Poetry/Song: The Grand Narrative w/ Ari Joshua

This is an adaptable poetic lyrics set that I wrote with guitarist-composer Ari Joshua. We delineated, triangulated, and channeled this at The Music Factory in Seattle, WA US in November 2020. This can be played for, interpreted, and re-written. Whatever this might become in any other version or iteration, this is its first pure form, fresh from the mist.

The Grand Narrative


perspective of the grounding center
home place encapsulating
coming from a place to be in a space
the where and why and how
flowers bowing, sending love their emissary
filling my vision with color
and grace in the lines of shape
the warm caress of meeting
life in its own place
where I am only what I can be


it begins somewhere
I look around
I’m where I am
but there’s somewhere else to be
something that I need
I know that I can get it
so I’m going to go do that
send myself upslope
there’s something to be seen along the way
which may be a point in itself
I’m keeping myself going
with the ache of believing

steps of being and becoming
go along with overrunning
to that fundamental exhaustion
that’s completion of a task

I do it because it’s better than contemplating it
I may as well be on my way


the tumble of beauty undone
what may have been
that kept us in the dream
no longer what it seemed

that which was not and will never be again
from now on it can only be this way
sharp edges of the breaks
where continuity was lost
scuffs of the descent
the never-swept dust of microscopic shards
knowing it’s coming
watching it fall
carries an almost sweet surrender
in the way it can’t be changed
the wreckage is magnificent
fulfilling by the time it happens


ready for life
when everything is here
that makes me care
every tone of light
on the eye on the skin
breathing in
feeling it from within
rhythm in motion
bring it to another
mind to mind
each to each
we reach a peak
to find the view
and hold it in


there’s a having in the losing
once it’s gone it’ll only be that way forever

it’s one way of reaching acceptance, finally
that’s all it could ever be, when it’s done
and then it’s a part of me
only a part of only me
that’s the last thing it can be
before it’s truly gone
like it never even was

and when things go back to never having been
what else might they become?
if anything

is a story real
is a thought something you can feel
what do I really have at all?

something that I had once
is something that I’ll have forever
until its return to never

when it’s really gone, can I even say goodbye?


looking around
light in the sky
revealing details, expanding
coming to an understanding
finding where a path may lead
within, down, around, up
what there is to give and to create
from the self to the other
growing into being
all that lays within expansive seeing
gentleness in remaining
receptive to the blessings

some things echo harshly
from the marks they’ve left
just standing and knowing
about all this is part
of everything that comes after
savoring the reality of this existence

strange lands scenarios environs habitats biomes realms
this body is home in all of them
all of it home to this body

CC-BY 4.0 ELE / Eva L. Elasigue

Poem: Tres Palabras, Three Words

Tres Palabras, Three Words

joven, juego, espíritu

youth, play, spirit

corazón, vuela, voces

heart, fly, voices

llores, alma, emociones

cry, soul, feelings

hogar, coneccion, vida

home, connection, life

mira, entiendo, digo

look, understand, speak

calendario, dia, ritmo

calendar, day, rhythm

aire, fueguito, hermano

air, flame, brother

arriba, acción, pensado

up, action, think

velocidad, legendario, historia

speed, legendary, story

suave, quiero, noche

smooth, wanting, night

ojos, animales, liñas

eyes, animals, lines

(ELE / Eva L. Elasigue CC-BY 4.0 Creative Commons)

This poem was written and performed live within this benefit circus cabaret. There was also a class of schoolkids in attendance from the local area, so I decided on a form that many ages could enjoy, that would add just a little spice in the transitions between acts. This was similarly performed like the first Cabaret Poem, where each set was the inspiration for something that was read aloud by myself directly afterward. Three words is enough to set, evoke, or recall an image, and I read each three words in both languages, for a bilingual audience. I’m considering this another form that others could use, like the wordpairing in A Wizard Sees, The Alien Observes, also created live with this Momentom Collective residency. Three words is something that a language novice can conjure with translation to respond to an image.

I made a dancing entrance to my typewriter as with Cabaret Poem, this time solo with a flow torus. This piece was called Magnetism, or Magnetic Aura, or Magnetic Field. It alluded to the shape of the magnetic field of planet Earth, as well as that of the human body, as reflected in the shape of the object. Each three words could be seen as particles attracted to the energy of the performance. I had previously also performed with the torus as a water spirit with the Cutthroat Pirates float in the Friday Harbor Independence Day parade.

(full entrance performance)

Above, the original composition sheets. Below, performance photos, myself in the lower right corner of both. The second is resident performers and staff families.