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Ryan Stevens (aka  Cellinette, the Alchemist) was raised as a typical rural child…by a pack of wild wolves in a suburb of Boston, MA. Her days were spent either running naked through the woods or in a tree writing the day away. Sometimes she made mud pies with her sister. As she grew older, and after the wolves abandoned her (probably for some other girl…), she decided it was time to get a job. Going on her talent for writing and love of the obscene, she thought, hmmm…. how can I put these together and make money without becoming a porn star? Alchemy is the answer! Perform spoken word on stage where anything goes. Turn dirty words into pure gold. The whole world should know… CV-She founded and performed with her theatre company at Edinburgh Fringe Festival 2008.

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Goodbye Lies
All I wanted to describe
Meeting with your once spinning eyes
Was the feeling that wasn’t
What I thought it had been
When I began
With you.The words I was trying to say
As I attempt once more to spill out today
Spelled out the distance
And how I have hardened
That makes me feel different
From when we started. And that touch I was praying I gave
In a way that I hoped might leave your heart saved
Was supposed to relay
We won’t always be the same
And I have let your part of me change. But the words came out wrong
As I strung them along
The heavy air between you and I
And that touch was replaced
By the easier way
So I gave you a coward’s goodbye. And what would you think
Seeing these lines in my print?
That I was a fool, a liar, a thief?
Because I stole your heart
Returned it missing a part
And let you think you still are mine, when your not.

Past Glass
She looks around at the little things that guard her.
Sea shells,
She sells out.
She’s hardly
as free
as her poetry
makes us believe.
And sea glass
as it crashes,
she’ll never last
like sea glass does.
When they ask her
“How are things?”
and the mask says,
“just perfect.”
But the mask doesn’t know it
-that there’s cracks
where the laugh was.
There’s holes where she told them
“I hold up well most often.”
and the mask, it was once guarding
till she found herself out wandering.
She saw herself fast hardening.
She saw how things were.
She saw that the mask she wore
became her.

Mail

Your mail is on the table, he said.
The table next to the bed where I used to fuck you, he said.
He said, you never moved the way I wanted you to.
I never knew how to move cause I didn’t want to move that way with you!
He said, wanna try again? Go to the bed, I’m a real man.
And then I spoke, is this a joke? I’m much better than you will ever know.
I’m way to good for you now. I will move just right, and smoothly too.
I might move like that tonight and it won’t be under you.
It’s likely I’ll be licking and unzipping happily.
I’ll be moving everything even the earth beneath his feet.
I’m tight and taut like a line tied in knots.
I’ve been waiting to practice my moves, find good spots.
I’ve been dying to slide above a man unlike yourself
I’ve been trying to find out a bit about how to make love.
He turned around with his typical frown and said, Take your mail and go. You always were a slut, you know.