Murder the Bird of Anxiety i pinched the pink skin above my heart i wanted to feel nothing, rather than something stomach tightening anxiety soaring please bring down that bird of mine, i need to not feel anything for a bit just one moment to breath, please i need more than just this feeling of… Continue reading Murder the Bird of Anxiety- Mourning Snippets
Slowly Goes the Week it’s been a week of outcomes and truffles of sore legs, and good movies and small blog posts it’s been my desire to finish something and yet here i am covered in red satin nursing my sad ability to waste my time i’ve been angry today but now it is tomorrow… Continue reading Mourning Snippets
sometimes words on paper are more natural than spoken sometimes i feel but can’t explain and that is why i write sometimes i see humanity in small corners sometimes i find broken bodies and that is why i write sometimes my heart breaks sometimes my heart bursts and that is why i write… Continue reading Why I Write
It Was it was the sounds of the piano that first brought her to life those fairy keys pressed up and down it was the light of the moon streaming through her fingers that next filled her heart it was also the sound of the rain drip dropping on her window sill that reminded her… Continue reading Mourning Snippets
Autumn Evening cool wind pushes against my arm i notice dirt on the passenger mirror between my fingers i see blue sky gathering clouds and the gold of the sun starting to set i see that the road continues and it always goes on.
Today is just going to be a quick post. This is a snippet from a new poetry book that I've started, it's titled "mourn·ing - ˈmôrniNG" Empty House the house is cold today the cats are sleeping on the window sill steam wafts like a prayer unspoken from my my mug i slip on… Continue reading Snippets from the New Poetry Book