The Undoing

I’m turning to stone by the eyes of the witch, but the only eyes here are mine. Looking too closely for too long at my own design, focused on how other I am, my body no longer knows how to pretend to be human. Is this my skin turning into a cosmic egg to incubate … More The Undoing

Sovereignty

My thoughts are like arrows to my soft places, turning them hard with scars, until I can no longer feel the piercing pain; Until I am but a shield to guard the realms from the darkness I create. I learned to make it when I was young from the ones who stole my heart and … More Sovereignty

Nightsong

It’s dark now Mother, and I can’t see a way out. Maybe this is my home after all. The place where everything is touched by grief. Where your spiders are weaving constantly to show me the majesty of a web, glistening in dim light only the Underworld knows. With the silence the monsters keep so … More Nightsong

Martyr

Author’s Note:I know my poems of late have been streams of consciousness more than anything. I have considered keeping them to myself, and many of them I do. But I feel moved to put something out into the world before I enter the next phase of my existence. I have cognitive impairment from a condition … More Martyr

A Note from the Shadows (an essay confessional)

Every­one cheers for someone who is fighting for their life, full of hope with a positive message, vulnerable enough to be relatable, but not too much as to be overwhelming.  She is seen as sincere when she talks about over­coming.  She inspires, because she has a life-threatening disease, but she still believes she will beat … More A Note from the Shadows (an essay confessional)

Heart Light

Is this some great hollowing? Is this how I’m to be made empty? To become one with the void? Every time I think I’m close to making peace with my circumstances, the black veil returns to shroud the world in my eyes by dimming the sky. Some say it’s hard to see in greyscale, but … More Heart Light

Stardust

If I close my eyes this moment, I could probably sleep forever.   Skin on blush satin and bones on feathers.   A black velvet blind-fold so light never returns.  A tepid tomb for a womb of rest. Body at peace, my spirit could wander to other realms less dense than gravity tethering me so … More Stardust

The Color of Wishes

My body is a temperamental painter unsure of her pallet. She never has enough white for the proper mix of light. And she never makes peace with too much black tainting everything with night. And what about rainbows, she asks, always drawing tears down from the cosmos to divert the sun. My body is a … More The Color of Wishes

Dream Girl

Engaging with the outside world falls away like shells of walnuts cracked apart for the prize within. Could this be the skin of my serpent soul sloughing off in the violence needed for me to be truly free? To release the dead and dying threads binding me for ages so I may finally live? To … More Dream Girl