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

Golden Wounds

My scars are remnants of stars who tore across the sky to open my eyes. For sleeping too much makes the night too long, and everyone needs the hope of another dawn after darkness reigns.  Else we be tempted to believe pain and suffering is all there is; that struggle is how we are meant … More Golden Wounds

Ethereal Lights

I’ve become a fearful, and fragile thing, only strong and powerful when I’m wild in dreams. I may look well but nothing is ever what it seems. No one knows what unravels underneath what is seen. I’ve been a trophy for a hunter and a doll for a prince. I tried to reveal how real … More Ethereal Lights

A Greater Heart

I. It’s easy to have no regrets when you never look back. Avoiding photographs and sunshine. Keeping the albums closed. One lives for the future instead of the past. Always seeking to forsake the now, But accidents happen and the dusty old box is found in the attic of forgetting, right where Pandora left it, … More A Greater Heart

Cup of Life

TRIGGER WARNING: This poem may contain content that brings up unhealed material in those with trauma. Please take care when reading this and make sure you have supportive help to assist in your process when needed. What tragedy to be marked when scars become a part of you, like a different heart or lungs: a … More Cup of Life

The Withering Prize

How can I be loved when my face ages so fast and I disintegrate every day? The lines are deeper today, like my years are writing themselves more assuredly into my skin, like they are convinced we belong together after all. A tattoo of commemoration, the shadow of The Crone cast upon me. The promise … More The Withering Prize

New Blood

I. I fell in love with monsters and now they won’t leave me alone. I have banished them from my mind and heart, Even thought I cloaked myself to be hidden well, Changed the way I move smell, my chemistry, my mark… Cut off all my hair. Cleaned up all the footprints giving away my … More New Blood