emotional health

Fear

We have a common enemy. It is faceless. Animal. Instinctual. It’s been hired, like a hitman, by those who know it’s power. It disguises...

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Atrophy

The gravel in her tongue atrophies along with the rest of her body, lurid and every bite in is just another bite out. There is a road that...

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Openhearted

Oh, precious heart You don’t fool me The soul is ethereal and the eternal optimist Limitless in its devotion Funny how much it can...

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WASTE

My thoughts are eternally submerged in a mire of self-disgust. I watch, aloof as the filth of this cruelty is accumulating around me,...

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Destroying Patriarchy with its Gift

Why am I so triggered by the Kavanaugh news? Why can’t I pull myself away from it all? “Did someone ever sexually assault you?” my...

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The “Yes” Woman

“It’s all about you, how can you be living a life filled with such self-indulgence ignoring the rest of us mortals?” I could...

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Dear Limbo

Last life I danced on empty pages waiting for love a solo ballet an unfinished symphony tormented by silence sadness madness I ripped queer...

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Sometimes He Sang

Sometimes he sang— head thrown back, the pearl of his throat offered up to his sometimes queen, passion spilling from his mouth like...

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Gold

Heavy words, insinuations if you will are left like baggage, there they are, on the back porch of my mind. All of them lined up in order,...

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When I Climbed Trees

When I was a girl, the worst thing I could imagine was being alone yet, here I am, sweeping through each day without benevolent counsel and...

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Shelf Life

Do what you want with me Run fast and hard or slow and steady I will be keeping father time so that you might forget Then you won’t have...

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Cancer Season

I felt it as the first wave crashed upon me- the water percolating on my skin forming dews, resting around my chest. I felt it as it...

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Eruptive Uncoupling

At Temple Bar with T, discussing experiences. She looked out the window, not meeting my gaze. Turning her cocktail on its napkin. She told...

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When I Was Young

If I could tell that young girl anything, I would tell her that no matter what horrific obstacles life throws at her, no matter the lowest...

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FOR LEASE

Have you ever felt like your body was a commodity Maybe they just want what they think they deserve, Fuck everyone else had a piece of her...

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On Omniscience and Decay

It is excruciatingly painful to be self-aware – to know your own flaws to the see the morbid direction in which you are willingly walking...

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I Weep With Discovery

Is there one moment, one singular, clarifying flash out of the millions I’ve lived in this intricate, perplexing life when I realized I...

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The Reformation

I became a poet the night I didn’t die that long fuckin night smothered guilt suffocated shame unaccountable years pills and dead prayers...

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Someone Like Me

If you think having a role model and seeing people who are like you when you are growing up is not essential, you are wrong. The power of...

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This Started off as a Love Poem

Youth is you, O brother mine. Golden clock hands choose Angles, acute/obtuse Considering the dial, as does your smile. Sometimes it’s...

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To The Girl in The Mirror

It is like being skinned, like being slowly unguarded and left in a formidable puddle of my own dearth. I sit on a couch, a sofa, a...

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Shoeboxes in the Heart

There are alcoves in our hearts Hollowed and laying vacant, ours to fill Like boxes which new shoes once came in, Now housing old...

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I Quit, Bitches!

It is fucking impossible to work with Bethany. Instead of being a team player, she’s an ego-driven, self-serving, arrogant, superficial...

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The Teeterboard

Walking by the playground Where my son used to play On endless afternoons. Sliding. Bucket on his head. Pretending He was the Artful Dodger...

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Mama

I know you gave it all away Mama, I know this you don’t have to say it Mama, I know you wanted more, you left your past all by...

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Most Days

Most days I am not pretty- Too many things gone wrong to be pretty- Anything but pretty- I’m not a flower in your vase- I’m the one...

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