Matti Charlton’s ‘ouroboros: cyclic poems of transformation’ is a stirring exploration of change, identity, and resilience, penned by Canada’s preeminent transgender poet. Drawing from their personal journey as a transgender and autistic individual, Charlton eloquently melds raw emotion with the transformative power of the ouroboros, a symbol of rebirth and renewal. The anthology delves deep into the core of human experience, shedding light on the universal struggle of self-discovery and the particular challenges faced by the LGBTQ+ community. Each poem stands as a testament to Charlton’s bravery and brilliance, offering readers a raw, unfiltered gaze into the myriad emotions that accompany personal transformation. A masterclass in profound introspection, ‘ouroboros: cyclic poems of transformation’ is a must-read for anyone eager to understand the transcendent power of poetry and the relentless spirit of those who defy societal norms to be true to themselves.
Dive into a universe of cyclical metamorphosis with Canada’s eminent transgender poet, Matti Charlton. In ‘ouroboros, ‘ Charlton navigates through the kaleidoscopic terrain of identity, love, loss, and existential contemplation. These verses bridge the vast expanse between cosmic infinities and intimate human experiences. Every line is a testament to transformation – the endless dance of creation and dissolution, where endings are just the prelude to new beginnings. Each poem becomes a delicate interplay of signal and noise, where words, both spoken and unspoken, resonate with the universal rhythm. From the haunting memories of love lost to the visceral imagery of life’s stark realities, Charlton captures the very essence of being and becoming. Dedicate a moment to this collection, and witness the poetic ouroboros – the cycle of birth, death, and rebirth, ever-renewing, ever-evolving.
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osiris
klein bottle
this is a picture of me
this is self-lobotomy, but halfway through when doubt creeps in but to fade
this poetry sounds like drivel
for myself
for matty
everytime i lose love, i gain poetry
running with scissors
this is not a poem for jack
i love you. i miss you. i’m empty and cold
if there is a purpose in life it lies at the border
a crack-addict christmas.
you breathe. it breathes. we breathe. and hold
screaming mouths closing
i will deprecate language so pay close attention
communism
domination
plight
icarus
twilight of ashes
ouroboros
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nightcrawlers (short story)