WHEN THE WIND RUNS OUT
I want to hear it. A hum, a lyric. Something small enough that I don’t have to chase. As I stand here, petals blow toward
Playing the Devil’s Advocate
Playing the Devil’s Advocate You say pain has waylaid you, Robbed and injured you, With malicious vigor, Left you broken and despairing. That it has
Even when I break I am beautiful
I often think about the anatomy of the heart: the four chambers working tirelessly to keep us alive, the carefully positioned valves to ensure the
SALT AIR AND SCARS
The mist comes in from the Atlantic slowly, As if it has nowhere else to be. It moves over the hills, Through the gorse turned
FROZEN IN FLAMES
Do it! Just pick up the glass and take the pills. Failure! You cannot even succeed in death. See the stress? Of everyone anticipating your
Warning Is Not Repair
Warning Is Not Repair There my body goes again, Introducing me to yet another ache; They seem to be piling and hanging around, Surely, I’m
Always still here
Depression is not always thunder. Sometimes it is dust, settling on familiar things, soft enough that no one notices, how heavy it becomes. It moves
What The Silence Knows.
Depression does not announce itself. It sits. With the child, Whose shoes are always tied wrong, Who counts dust on the classroom floor, Because the
Till Death Do Us Part
I craved a hot shower. The kind that burns too close to the bone. Lit candles. Scented the tub. Slid in. As the sombre music
First Time For Everything
I craved a hot shower. The kind that burns too close to the bone. Lit candles. Scented the tub. Slid in. As the sombre music
