October 23, 2021
"Many call you various names, but hearing the rustle of leaves in your coat, I called the mottled gold light, Rufus."
October 9, 2021
September 25, 2021
She knows her name
but refuses to come.
She flicks tail
and brushes legs.
She knows her worth
she knows her value.
She’s mean and cranky
yet she’s loved...
September 18, 2021
September 11, 2021
September 4, 2021
August 28, 2021
From the corner of the clouds
they came,
scrambled at first
without reason or pattern, just a will...
August 21, 2021
August 17, 2021
Salvador Dali had nothing on me,
arrows of light the color of screams.
Traversing delusions, illusions and dreams
Fever and frenzy, the struggle gives way...
August 9, 2021
Poetry: Sometimes there seems to be no hope. Sometimes, the never overcomes us. Sometimes there are too many pieces.
July 11, 2021
June 13, 2021
**Trigger warning: This piece deals with sensitive subject matters including suicide, survivor grief, death, depression, supernatural beings, and anxiety. Please be advised when reading.** From Julie: […]