Anya Johanna DeNiro

@adeniro

Trans woman, writer, mom in St. Paul, Minnesota. Author of OKPsyche (novel) and From the Yew (poetry chapbook).

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Anya Johanna DeNiro@adeniro· 4d

Free issue of Food came in the mail! Yay!

Cover of poetry magazine Food with some hot dogs on sticks

Anya Johanna DeNiro@adeniro· 5d

53 today

Middle aged trans woman in a Jean jacket and sundress sitting back on a chair

Anya Johanna DeNiro@adeniro· 9d

cover of Earthly Signs: Moscow Diaries 1917-1922 by Marina Tsvetaeva

cover of Life and Fate by Vasily Grossman

cover of Sleepless Nights by Elizabeth Hardwick

Anya Johanna DeNiro@adeniro· 12d

QTP yourself being a hot girl in a dress 🔥👗

Bathroom mirror selfie w a blonde trans woman

Anya Johanna DeNiro@adeniro· 14d

Pennsylvania Gothic

Deformed worn down statue of a deer in the woods with moss growing on it

Anya Johanna DeNiro@adeniro· 24d

I haven’t done one of these in awhile and Ive moved through the first waves of gender euphoria into something more boring — but yeah you can be a girl if you want to be. You can live long

Unhappy young man smoking in a smoking jacket in a sepia picture

Happy 40 something woman w blonde hair in a bikini top

50 something woman with a hat and gray-brown hair in a baseball cap

Anya Johanna DeNiro@adeniro· Jul 12

Baby. Baby. Baby.

Picture of a gray cat inside a cat tunnel

Anya Johanna DeNiro@adeniro· Jul 10

Jorie Graham, from her Most recent book Killing Spree 🥹😭

Anya Johanna DeNiro@adeniro· Jul 7

recent-ish poem of our current crisis

Heroic Times (II)

Loosen the nodes of loss. The drones
fly into the American
Girl store. Kinetic strike
on tea sets and their stories. Men

hate women men hate dolls. I could
watch these all day , Michael comments.
Every time the dolls go , Am-
erican lives and other lives

are saved, says Steve. girlfragments crawl
out of the wreck. They are put in
girljail. oh no you don’t They try
to glue the eyes and cheeks back on

and put them to work cooking ribs.
Birds flyover without moving
their wings. we can do this oh no
you don’t Gray sleet wettens the skull

patch. To transmit our frozen tears
as a cruelty fetish, to feast
and feast on our hypervigil-
ance while picking up the kids from

school. Open me, like a Leica.

and the suckling child shall play with
the asp. Find a livery in-
side the private equity. In
your slippers if you have to, friend.

Anya Johanna DeNiro@adeniro· Jul 6

Oh dear

Anya Johanna DeNiro@adeniro· Jul 6

Chat is this bad

Anya Johanna DeNiro@adeniro· Jul 3

What is your favorite defunct press and why is it Sun & Moon? These Wendy Walker books are in a place of honor on my bookshelf

Covers of Tales out of Omarie, the Secret Service, and the Sea Rabbit by Wendy Walker

Anya Johanna DeNiro@adeniro· Jul 2

This is every sff genre discourse discussion, except the people are also 50 and haven’t read a literary novel since they were forced to in college

Anya Johanna DeNiro@adeniro· Jun 30

Jorie goes for the fatality

Anya Johanna DeNiro@adeniro· Jun 30

album cover for Scott Walker's Climate of Hunter

Anya Johanna DeNiro@adeniro· Jun 29

pretty girl rock (Every day is a gift as a trans woman)

Middle aged trans woman with lavender hair

Anya Johanna DeNiro@adeniro· Jun 28

Happy Pride to you and yours !!

Two women taking a selfie , one with black hair and the other with lavender hair

Anya Johanna DeNiro@adeniro· Jun 21

from my queer epic poem The Shanty at the Center of the Wound It's 4 dollars. adeniro.itch.io/the-shanty-i...

Chapter 16: Shieldmaidens

In turn
In turn
In turn

To be so lucky, to be embarrassed together.
When I was small, I would be stunned by

moderately tall buildings. Who knows what I would have thought
of Hyrule or the county. My mother would ring the bell
and draw me out of the woods for supper where I was
building forts from sticks of the old loggers. Sliding
into creeks feet-first. A distant country, isn’t it?
Anxiety has trained me well for the nights ahead, to be

one step ahead-behind, and to make do.

Always make do. At the ring of bodies, Moloch has gathered us.
Trunks around us.
What are my intentions? How can Moloch be
sure? To be
a participant, rather than metastasizing injury, and risk
speaking too much rather than not at all.
In the history of invasions, when have the memories
of childhood walked alongside the escapees? Or blowing bits
Moloch saves—not really. Odd bluebirds here, and
headphones hanging from the branches. Realign. Yet
another realign. The captain and his wife have found
love constantly. I grew up in a hard, childish country.
And to find myself traversing chapters—

surely it happens all the time? Any old trap can capture
a wounded animal. And I am wounded and the chapters
certainly, are wounded animals.

“2 grails 1 cup” the count would say.
there is real money involved. As to the question:
Am I going to wear the same type of clothes every day?
(journalism dungarees and baseball caps of spiritual essence)
Eat the same every day?
(cold cuts) The type/species
drives the conversation. People are always going to talk.
Even in the groves

There is no reason to resist love every day.

Anya Johanna DeNiro@adeniro· Jun 20

And it’s a beautiful day

Middle aged woman with lavender hair in a green tank top

Anya Johanna DeNiro@adeniro· Jun 20

Reverse 1999 might be the exception that proves the rule when it comes to gacha games. It's so freaking beautiful and weird. Lives and dies by its story, art design and voice acting. There's the usual gacha nonsense and bananas UI but there is a lot worse. plus the character designs are 💯