interlude

Materialized by Robin Steve on Thursday, March 20th 2025.

one out of season morning, we went out looking for a name. We did not know where names make their lairs, whether they favour rock, dirt, twigs, or wires. And because every other space was already taken, we started by looking where emptiness still lingers


we used to like the tides. Once. At least we thought so. We liked how when all the water retreated somewhere unknown new landscapes appeared on the ground below. We always felt our youngest when the tide was at its lowest, when there was no way of knowing what the ridges on the sand would have looked like another time


first, we went to look inside a walnut. We chose one that rattled when shaken or rolling down a molehill, so that there would be more emptiness between the fruit and the shell. It was dark in there, the line between the two halves sealed too tightly for light to filter through. Inside, we found: flakes, ridges, cliffs, dales, meat, oil, smell, sound. We slept a bit. Then we left

Robin Steve is a trans poet and aspiring bird-watcher based in Dublin. They are a PhD candidate at University College Dublin and a board member of The Trans* Research Association of Ireland (TRAI). Their research, funded by the Irish Research Council, focuses on the intersections between trans poetics, trans ecologies, and trans temporalities. Their poetry has been published on Honest Ulsterman, Abridged, Impossible Archetype, and ANMLY.