Published in Poems, She Wrote·Feb 21Twelve lines for the Twelfth SignI stuffed my sadness down inside A deep dark hole at the bottom of my soul With hope alchemy exists to transform Rotting remainders of emotions unfelt for What could be forever Reflecting emptiness Still waters steam like embers of flesh sacrificed within me — drowning flames Tears flow freely carrying despair to earth Now freed from their resin restraints Fully feeling requires healing I am ready.Cannabis1 min readCannabis1 min read
Published in Poems, She Wrote·Oct 29, 2022The Sun calls me awakeAnd for years of patience Waiting and practice These powers embedded in my humble human form Experience amalgamation and mature into a passion driven slide of success. For my whole life I’ve been directionless Floating excitedly through and around the lives showcased by an Other Misunderstanding my mortality Blind to…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published in Poems, She Wrote·Nov 5, 2021One Bridge, Two Cups, in the World with TemperanceHow can we walk away from someone who loves us to the depths of their understanding—when our reaches of need and the depths of our truth plunge off a cliff at the mouth of the Mariana Trench.Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Dec 8, 2020Expectations killed the cat.I will never expect you to understand or even care about the pain you have had a hand in cultivating within my role as mother to these four full of life children. I do not believe that I will ever be able to forget the pain that this has caused…Relationships6 min readRelationships6 min read
Published in Poems, She Wrote·Oct 16, 2020SometimesSadness — The sadness fills me and lifts me and spins me like a ragdoll in my loss of control of all things that ever were or ever could have been me. My disconnectedness showing through torn seams of thread run thin from wear under hands that twist and pick and peel and…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published in Poems, She Wrote·Sep 10, 2020My New Beginning Burned to the GroundAgain. Two days ago, or twenty now, I don’t remember. Nobody tells you what it feels like. Or that you might stop sleeping. Or that your brain will be wired on. Or that, losing your home is deep and profound trauma. But, I will. I haven’t slept since. I read…Loss2 min readLoss2 min read
Published in Poems, She Wrote·Aug 23, 2020Soul FireA Poem — I need it to stop beating for even just a moment. A second or two or an eternity, it’s no matter to my mind now. Always searching for stillness and never finding any. This peace may never be. Holed up in the basement of my feelings; bolt the door and…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published in Poems, She Wrote·Aug 23, 2020What RemainsA Poem — What remains when you outgrow those who grew you? Once brilliant minds now seeming small and feeble; surreptitiously evil for so long and undiscovered. Loneliness settles into the depths of the pain, for a while; or maybe forever. Feelings of relief and respite hiding away in voices yet unheard, in…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published in Poems, She Wrote·Aug 22, 2020Beginning to BreatheA Poem — I am a child whose heart has no home I’ve been removed from memories With intent Shunned Who is she between the pendulum swings I critique my own reflection Until space I occupy is less Until words in my skin are the only meaning Until light is gone What is she between the pendulum swings Removed from memories With intent Shunned Cut out The scapegoat Where is she between the pendulum swingsRelationships1 min readRelationships1 min read
Published in Poems, She Wrote·Aug 22, 2020Broke Fan BluesA Poem — My children have been born and have grown with their mother oscillating off-kilter in the depths of depression and sometimes psychosis. Only some shimmers of reflections of lost light can be seen for a second, maybe less. I crush my face bones underneath of my fists. I pinch my skin until the blood comes. I hold the flame a little too close for a little too long. I don’t even know why I hate this person.Mental Health1 min readMental Health1 min read
