gravedigging; first published in Crow & Cross Keys (september, 2022)
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Ieva Dapkevicius - Gravedigging
In the brackish light,
pale mushrooms crowning
from the dirt like molars in a row:
I whisper a rabbit’s prayer
and draw the black fur of my shadow
closer to my neck.
When my lips part, they crack as tree bark,
and from them, an inky sap
trickles down, marks my skin.
God of stains,
abandon me now.
The unmarked cot hollowed out
amid these roots: mine or yours,
or am I only a living ghost
of you?
Bloodless hands,
bruise-mottled and blue;
a tremor in my voice betrays me.
The god listens, does not speak.
Omnivorous beast,
the earth, too, has its teeth
to swallow with.
Oakmoss, heart-rot,
blackthorn smoke and
bitter ash—
I know it all too well,
how the hosts of the dead bloom
as inkcaps fed on petrichor
after a dry spell.
- Gravedigging by Ieva Dapkevicius
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a study in dewey
"Prayer to the Angels of Fever, by Ieva Dapkevicius
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[Image Description: Three photos of sketchbook pages that have cut up paint chips in them, with quotes written next to them.
On the first page: Next to a dark-reddish purple the quote reads, "Judas: Why did you me good enough...so that you could've loved me? Stephen Adly Guirgis". Next to a orangish-red it reads "And love isn't a fact. It's a hunch at first. And then later it's a series of decisions, a lifetime of decisions. That's love. Welcome to Night Vale". Next to a dark blueish green the quote reads, "Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is not other version of this story. Richard Siken". Next to a dark pink the quote reads, "ORESTES: This was always going to happen. She's been dead since the beginning. Aeschylus".
On the second page: Next to a dark yellow, "People speak of hope as if it is this delicate, ephemeral thing made of whispers and spider's webs. It's not. Hope has dirt on her knuckles, the grit of cobblestones in her hair, and just spat out a tooth as she rises for another go. @CrowsFault". Next to a brighter orangey pink, "Is that all you want to be? Liked? Wouldn't you rather be passionately and voraciously desired? Margaret Atwood". Next to a blue-green color the quote reads (with each sentence alternating in color as if it's a conversation), "What were you before you met me? I think I was drowning. And what are you now? Water. Ocean Vuong". Next to a mellow yellow, "And yet if a bee lands on my shoulder // I think I should let it stay a while, let // the wind, thick with honey, caress us. Ieva Dapkevicius".
On the third page: next to a light dusty pink, "I know what I want is impossible. If I can make my language flat enough, exact enough, if I can rinse each sentence clean enough [...] if I can give myself enough white space, maybe I could do it. I could tell you this story while walking out of this story. I could - it all could - just disappear. Maggie Nelson". /end ID]
i'm sick so it's craft time <3 each quote is matched w the color it reminded me of the most out of my recently acquired lowe's paint chips
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Mary Szybist, from Incarnadine: Poems // Frédéric Soulacroix, Still life with Fruit and Table Wear (1) // Mary Karr, Cherry // Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar // Mahmoud Darwish, from In the Presence of Absence, trans. Sinan Antoon (Archipelago, 2011) // Steven Chung // Frédéric Soulacroix, Still life with Fruit and Table Wear (2) // Ieva Dapkevicius, Summer Preserves // Frédéric Soulacroix, Still life with Fruit and Table Wear (3)
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Blair + prose & poetry 3/3
Anna Burns, Milkman / 5.20 "Salon of the Dead" / Taylor Jenkins Reid, Daisy Jones & the Six / Emily Dickinson, Letter to Mrs. Joseph A. Sweetser / Laura Lamb Brown-Lavoie, "On This the 100th Anniversary of the Sinking of the Titanic, We Reconsider the Buoyancy of the Human Heart" / tumblr user celestialprint, "You've taken over my mind" / tumblr user kibberswrites, "Sonnet, Emma (2020)" / Derek Walcott, "Love After Love" / Ieva Dapkevicius, “the baker talks to herself”
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"The city's name is the same as one of the Ukrainian names for Artemisia vulgaris, mugwort or common wormwood." — Etymology of 'Chernobyl', O. S. Melnychuk
"… and the name of the star is called Wormwood." — Revelations 8:10-11
my poem 'wormwood' was published today by zero readers! read it + another one of my poems ('spidersong') featured in their fourth issue here 🌿
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hello there! I really liked what you wrote about l'heure bleue edp! I'm working on a collection of essays and might want to use a quote or two of the sweet passage. is this okay? and if so, how would you prefer to be attributed? 💌
thank you so much, i'm flattered! i publish all my writing under the name ieva dapkevicius, so that would be the best way to attribute them. i'd love to read your essays!
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napowrimo day 4 using @mercuriian's prompts (x): a poem about the last time you were sick, a.k.a. it's allergy season innit.
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lucid dreaming, ieva dapkevicius / translated by siena ho shun yi
first published in celestite poetry issue 3
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decay: the creative prompt for november at the the orangery literary society 🦷
white milk / strawberry syrup (excerpt) by @mothprincess / natura morta (detail), gentl & hyers / what counts as suicide (excerpt) by @bies-from-wildland / food bank, peter lippmann / wormwood (excerpt) by ieva dapkevicius (@feytouched) / decaying skeletons, caitlyn mccormack / mesocricetus auratus: an elegy (excerpt) by @sealavender / don't let your body fall onto the bathroom floor by @girlcrucified
transcripts & image descriptions below.
[ID: a compilation of poems interspersed with pictures of visual artworks on the theme of decay.
1. poem excerpt: "last time i saw her was when i was freshly eleven / & i blew out the last candle on the funfetti cake. // it was before her flesh melted down like chocolate ganache / & flowers pirouetted through her carousel ribs."
2. photograph of a decaying bouquet of various flowers, their petals browning and wilting, cast in deep shadows against a dark background.
3. poem excerpt: "years later / i put the shards into a frame / autumnal branches of yet to be dead trees / and with every fractured painting / i commemorate lost lives"
4. still life painting of various rotten and spoilt food items on a table with an off-white tablecloth, against a darker wall: wrinkled apples in a plate, mouldering cheese, stray husks and stems littered around; a tall bowl with grapes and other fruits, a bottle of curdled milk, bread gone green, and pomegranates, figs, and quince in various states of decay.
5. poem excerpt: "And still the seething star / plummets, melting its shadows/ in hottest shades of blue, and hides / itself in the root cellar of the world: / amid blood-black beetroots, clotted mold / and turnips swelling like tumors, / there it rots forgotten, / and if it still wails its siren song, it is as good / as silent when there is no one left to listen."
6. crocheted skeletons of winged animals in delicate, lace-like white thread laid on a black surface.
7. poem excerpt: "Another eternity broken; my grief was broken down / in the gizzard of an earthworm, and my guilt bloomed / with drooping head and winter petals, and beneath the / soles of my feet, forgiveness speaks, waiting for me / to listen."
8. collage containing a poem excerpt: a cutout of a feminine figure with short hair lying on their side, eyes closed, wearing warm-toned clothing; cutouts of black and white eyes and star doodles surround it, against a white background. below, surrounded by more eye cutouts and a vulture, the following text: "Don't let your body fall onto the bathroom floor. Don't let your body decay on the bathroom floor. Don't let the vultures hover over your decaying body on the bathroom floor. Don't let the vultures eat your already decaying body on the bathroom floor. Do not let it. Let it. No. Do not let it. What? Do not let the vultures. Do not let your body. No. Let your body. Leave your body alone."
/end ID]
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— 'twilight sleep', by ieva dapkevicius. out now in the inaugural issue of diet milk magazine!
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