The Tattooed Poets Project: Kimberly Mahler

Today's tattooed poet is Kimberly Mahler, who sent along this tattoo:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOWOXgS5_y3-v5Peyl0Y3Kk5ttj7eUetEvndzWeFZVEHmJqMbdtPtz1NCGCuSZvyHHcDd_STmF71yI2EshyphenhyphenMwrRvD0rpWzfe-SU9iXAwag57m8_CeEF2QJJ9P4nJkG2oyRKSZJGDdv6qg/s1600/Half+Moon+Bay+detail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOWOXgS5_y3-v5Peyl0Y3Kk5ttj7eUetEvndzWeFZVEHmJqMbdtPtz1NCGCuSZvyHHcDd_STmF71yI2EshyphenhyphenMwrRvD0rpWzfe-SU9iXAwag57m8_CeEF2QJJ9P4nJkG2oyRKSZJGDdv6qg/s640/Half+Moon+Bay+detail.jpg" width="412" /></a></div><br />Kimberly credits this bright colorful work to artist Erik Rieth, co-owner of <a href="http://www.seventhsontattoo.com/">Seventh Son Tattoo</a> in San Francisco. The poem below is an unpublished work she is including in a manuscript centered around her raising her 11-year old autistic son, seen in this photo with the tattoo above.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHipoLgB3eIyY4T9f8npZoGOWl9Qgpr95SkRpxiaFWIvoi3GZaxym5ylAWSWJN8mePv2fl2yxxuHbGkdyRdoKtJIWsunQ8dWI2pneksOmk-Ry9oqQyDoZrtF734L-TbruU9U_-TOUsGCw/s1600/0119002031a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHipoLgB3eIyY4T9f8npZoGOWl9Qgpr95SkRpxiaFWIvoi3GZaxym5ylAWSWJN8mePv2fl2yxxuHbGkdyRdoKtJIWsunQ8dWI2pneksOmk-Ry9oqQyDoZrtF734L-TbruU9U_-TOUsGCw/s320/0119002031a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />The poem relates to her getting her first tattoo: <br /><blockquote><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Stigmata of Spring</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">In a room full of men I remove my shirt and lie down.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Feel but don’t meet their gaze.</div><div class="MsoNormal">The needle whirrs a little, a test.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Close my eyes and see mother working at the Singer </div><div class="MsoNormal">December afternoons before bartending nights, </div><div class="MsoNormal">tired of us looking thwarted and poor. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Smell my blood mix with ink and adrenaline. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Arousing to be the object of keen attention.</div><div class="MsoNormal">For hours I am a still nude.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">As girls my friends and I would trace letters </div><div class="MsoNormal">on each other’s bare backs with our fingertips.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Excuse to give affection in our parentless homes. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I surrender to the electricity and his tender hands </div><div class="MsoNormal">that sketch and sew an iris and its purple vulva </div><div class="MsoNormal">into my back and blade.  No words. The needle’s hum </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">is a vow, drowning jerry-rigged lovers and son, </div><div class="MsoNormal">flogging my flaws and scars. To bear the sacred</div><div class="MsoNormal">and taboo: an iris ardent enough to flavor gin.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">He cleans and bandages my back like a hurt child. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Instructions, a swirl of pride and empathy,</div><div class="MsoNormal">for now it’s mine to carry, heal, and love. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Eventually, the iris bleeds, crackles, shimmies out nubile, </div><div class="MsoNormal">my stigmata of spring.  It draws the hands of lovers </div><div class="MsoNormal">and my son, who puts his lips to it and whispers “tattoo.”</div></blockquote><div class="MsoNormal">~ ~ ~<br /><br />Kimberly included a small photo of the piece in question, as well:</div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijvnbeTnTKKJDX-6hBGeX8WPVyUmNFf2oWGxFJQCQGNrskfk8AWo42WY0wIW-s3fYLTJ3XiA2h81MkTKzmMaSii3o0mhOJvac7bVghg60YOJwR8z_PohtPHfpbTPtUcq88-5EtvKLHqDs/s1600/s696392736_1255451_9824.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijvnbeTnTKKJDX-6hBGeX8WPVyUmNFf2oWGxFJQCQGNrskfk8AWo42WY0wIW-s3fYLTJ3XiA2h81MkTKzmMaSii3o0mhOJvac7bVghg60YOJwR8z_PohtPHfpbTPtUcq88-5EtvKLHqDs/s1600/s696392736_1255451_9824.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal">She elaborates:<br /><br /><blockquote><div>"The iris was my first tattoo completed in 2007. It was a one session--four hour odyssey of sorts. I had never seen someone get tattooed, and was pondering why Erik was using so much red ink for a purple flower... yep, that was my blood, not ink. Over the years Erik and I developed a friendship and continued work on my shoulder in 2008 and the cherries February 2011. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcXrLxBNke1z5S_8o4kTHgxQJjSHhgT_unM6fvKO2fMp1OEK5YPL-0bZDF3ACcJNd5Ibm_md6VCX97uddMF_LHcie56t4l2kOxDA2bibc2LSDl1VVgFiO7tlKar0X7R8HbD7p9_4c5G5M/s1600/Erik+working+on+Kim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcXrLxBNke1z5S_8o4kTHgxQJjSHhgT_unM6fvKO2fMp1OEK5YPL-0bZDF3ACcJNd5Ibm_md6VCX97uddMF_LHcie56t4l2kOxDA2bibc2LSDl1VVgFiO7tlKar0X7R8HbD7p9_4c5G5M/s320/Erik+working+on+Kim.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX6zoDYF-Vat_ervwgtJD27qJtlv7AIL2NWUdShQA0YVRHUSpb9QDtvpu4fOM4ZMaWMnbAFWxmhLA6uOvZEXUQGCpKJCrfO7T32vj6FM6G7mrY_G6FvArHa3n27xNrtT2qeAEZldYrWDM/s1600/Kim%2527s+cherries.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX6zoDYF-Vat_ervwgtJD27qJtlv7AIL2NWUdShQA0YVRHUSpb9QDtvpu4fOM4ZMaWMnbAFWxmhLA6uOvZEXUQGCpKJCrfO7T32vj6FM6G7mrY_G6FvArHa3n27xNrtT2qeAEZldYrWDM/s320/Kim%2527s+cherries.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />I know the next one is going to be a large hip/thigh sea dragon piece, but that's a ways off. </div><div><br /></div><div>For me to be ready to get a tattoo, three elements have to be in line: my artist Erik has to want and like the idea, I have to be ready (both financially and emotionally) and the time commitment and passion for the design have to be there. When all are in line, it's a magical sort of experience. I give him ideas, he designs the piece and then we get down to work. I couldn't have anyone else do my work now; it just wouldn't be the same. [...] He co-owns a shop in San Francisco that just did a benefit for Japan, raising $7,000. Cool place. <a href="http://www.seventhsontattoo.com/" target="_blank">http://www.seventhsontattoo.<wbr></wbr>com</a>. Erik and the shop Seven Son Tattoo are both also on Facebook. </div><div><br /></div><div>There's definitely a connection between tattooing and writing for me. This is the only poem that I've written that is about tattooing (at least on the surface). However, both writing and getting a tattoo require a leap of sorts: a stepping off of the known. Both require a loss of control which lay the foundation for original art both on the body and the page." </div></blockquote>Thanks to Kimberly for sharing her tattoos, poetry and photos with us here on Tattoosday!<br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Kimberly Mahler’s recent work has appeared in, <i><a href="http://www.5ampoetry.com/">5AM</a>,</i> <a href="http://www.dmqreview.com/"><i>DMQ</i> <i>Review</i></a>, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1604861096/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=bill03-20&linkCode=as2&camp=217145&creative=399349&creativeASIN=1604861096%22%3EMy%20Baby%20Rides%20the%20Short%20Bus:%20The%20Unabashedly%20Human%20Experience%20of%20Raising%20Kids%20with%20Disabilities%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=&l=as2&o=1&a=1604861096&camp=217145&creative=399349%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20%21important;%20margin:0px%20%21important;%22%20/%3E"><i>My Baby Rides the Short Bus</i></a> anthology, <a href="http://naugatuckriverreview.wordpress.com/"><i>Naugatuck River Review</i></a>, <a href="http://internationalpsychoanalysis.net/2009/12/09/poetry-monday-kimberly-mahler/#more-9052"><i>The International Psychoanalysis Poetry Monday</i></a> and<i> <a href="http://cimarronreview.okstate.edu/">Cimarron Review</a>. </i> She recently received a residency at the <a href="http://www.ragdale.org/">Ragdale Foundation</a> in Chicago. Kimberly has taught college-level writing and literature in the San Francisco Bay Area for 17 years and is the director of <a href="http://www.iplsf.org%20/">The International Poetry Library of San Francisco</a>. </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> She lives on the coast, a few miles north Half Moon Bay, CA with her son Harrison.</span><br /><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: x-small;">This entry is ©2011 Tattoosday. The poem is reprinted here with the permission of the author.<br /><br />If you are reading this on another web site other than Tattoosday, without attribution, please note that it has been copied without the author's permission and is in violation of copyright laws. Please feel free to visit </span> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://tattoosday.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">http://tattoosday.blogspot.com</a> and read our original content. 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The Tattooed Poets Project: Kimberly Mahler

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