Falling Down the Sky

The Maenad


Smoking mirror of ire

Dire equation maiden

Prognosticator of uncertainty

What foreknowledge have you for me

Fresh coffee, clean linen, and gentle woodfire

Or flesh peeling from the heat of pyre


Not fire but hot oil rain

An acute, strangely

Victorian brown down.

Flaming Oil and Burning Woods,

Full of after-henceforth mood

Rising sun, running mars

Bring your rubber, underwire

Umbrella and let the oil run down

the sides and burn circles

around a

Post-apocalypse from 1896

Street strewn with ruins of carriage cars


What face the trembling muse shall show now?


The Maenad (She/Hers) Transgender Goddess, an activist, artist, poet, publisher, sex worker, and author of creative non-fiction, erotica, fantasy, and science fiction.

Her work has appeared @corporealitmag @engendered @gutslutpress @fahmidanjournal @redplanetmag @wickedgayways @365tomorrows, within the Gongfarmer’s Almanac and on Madwomen in the Attic.

Her first chapbook, a work of trans erotic liberation, the Ishtar Cycle, is available from @lupercaliapress

Find her @dreaminggynoid on Twitter and @scarlet_maenadum on IG

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