Valentine Anniversary: A Hero’s Quest
My journey through Valentine’s Days is full of bloody warfare, dangerous laughter, cold money and seething rage. What was it like today?
Ex-factor
Excruciating Intimacies: Navigating Through Poetry
It isn’t intimacy unless it feels a little tender.
I Would Like To Leave This Way
๐๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ง๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ & ๐ข๐ญ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ. Smiling like I have a secret. Amused yet kind. I would like to leave in peace. ๐๐ค๐ค๐ถ๐ฑ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ & ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ, ๐ค๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ช๐ง๐บ. I would like to leave without worrying about what I leave behind….
I Don’t Want To Move On
I’ve done it before. Many times, many ways. ‘Moving on’ contains an element of escapism. Do you know how I know? Because the next thing that gets said is, “What else will you do?” There is taking action in an extreme situation like abuse. But many of us ‘move on’…
When Abandonment Wounds Are Your Teacher
There comes a point when you have to act like the person who left you will never come back. It’s essential to accept it in order to seek healing. But at some point, you must also ask yourself that if they do return, whether you’ll take them back. That’ll tell…
Love Gardener
Love does arrive, neatly packaged. It grows in mud that stains. Sometimes it poisons your being. Still, I keep it watered and nourished. Because, have you see the flowers?
BLUE or A Rejection Of Romance
His voice holds me. His words unravel me. And the trouble is the unraveling, the undoing, the blurring continue long after the voice has gone silent, the line cold. Because words, they linger. Burning flesh wounds inside defenses. And everything else feels harder, sharper, steelier. I am in a world…
The First Time After
We think of firsts as one-time only things. We assume they’re the domain of the young, the uninitiated. The first time is so much more.
Fullstop Face
People are stories, works in progress Politics of affection and sexual congress But a face is a fullstop, brackets even I picture your face when I’m grieving The ‘I don’t care’ writ large and wide Autographing what’s breaking me inside Happy face, loveface all forgotten Fullstop points to all that…
Apocalypse Epiphany
If you are reading this, you are very likely to survive everything that’s going on. My privilege is an epiphany that’s helping me cope.