• Gaze

    You looked at me, one day, and you told me, “you can’t even look yourself in the eye”.  And you stood up behind me, and moved me, like some kind of poseable mannequin, pushing me closer to the old mirror… Continue reading

  • Lull

    When you first met me, you weren’t there. Your eyes, focused on another space, another time. And your limbs, just barely under your own control, as if the weight of all of your life had stolen your… Continue reading

  • 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

    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

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