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/

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: 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:

Art: ELE table scroll

I had the fantastic opportunity to commission a table scroll from Leo Shallat, Seattle-based muralist & gallery painter, and Bones of Starlight hardcover artist. I asked for it to feature my initials, ELE… and he made them rise with illumination from opened pages! I wore it on my table at ACE Comic Con Midwest in Chicago, and it was a nice piece of the background in many cosplayer photos. I’m pleased with this investment over a deluxe roll-out banner. I have tied the scroll to two halves of a beaver cutting that was found on a beach combing day at the lovely place of my habitation, San Juan Island. (I also happen to favor the curved capital E in my penmanship.)