Poetry

  • Escape

    This place is full of smoke,  but also light. And the dust dances on the beams of it, playful and chaotic, like wee stars… Continue reading

  • You

    My love, alone, was worth a thousand of you. And you shattered it into such tiny pieces that I couldn’t even see what you’d done. But even tiny pieces can spark a fire so fierce that it clears entire forests, and darkens the skies with its ash. And when it’s done. And it will be… Continue reading

  • Choice

    You would tell me I was chosen. As if that somehow made me special. As if the shame and the indignity that you saw in my roots could be washed clean with my repotting.   But when you took me to your home, you would forget I was from elsewhere. That my leaves needed different light. And you’d… Continue reading

  • Listen

    It was you who chose to hear me. It was you who somehow did so through the … Continue reading

  • No Hesitation*

    Content Note: this poem references death by suicide. Please proceed with as much care as you need. <3 Continue reading

  • Difference

    Difference

    When she’s nice to me, it feels like entrapment. I need to watch what I say. Because it may be used as evidence against me. Against my belief that I am innocent. And there is nothing I can say that won’t incriminate me, that would Continue reading

  • Stay

    By making it impossible to do so, they nurtured my tendency to imagine escape. It’s become such a part of me that longing to be elsewhere, to just… go, is automatic, echolalic. It’ll waken if I cross over railways. Or when I stare out to sea. And it will linger. Whispering, because it found some part… Continue reading

  • Blank

    Today’s been empty. Just a lack of… Just a space, in which i’ve waited. For something, anything, to happen. As if the answers would just appear. Or the gaps, in which i’ve lost things, might release our children to my trust. But it’s been empty. Just a waste of… Just some hours, in which i’ve waited.… Continue reading

  • Silence

    I want the silence that isn’t. The quiet of the outdoors. Not the closed doors, no radio, quiet footsteps on the stairs. Not being able to tell who it was by their unique creaks. Or needing to learn which floorboards would betray your own small steps. I want the silence that sings, and the quiet that soothes… Continue reading

  • Afterwards*

    Content Note: Whilst the focus of this poem is on the power balance in relationships, it does talk about sexual assault. Please proceed with as much care as you need. <3 … Continue reading

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