Have you ever had the honour of witnessing a dream of yours lifted from the depths of your subconscious and transformed into reality? I had the immense joy and opportunity to witness such a phenomenon in my recent collaboration with Stef Walker. She and I have known one another (virtually) since high school -- we are both avid Evanescence fans, possess red hair, and love cats. Alas, we’ve not yet had the opportunity to meet in person but over the past couple of months, we have met to brainstorm, ideate, craft, draft, and revise.
Holidays were a breathing embodiment of hell.
Conceal my name. Forget my name.
inflamed hands shield a lifelong tapestry of dreams denied for molten survival.
Moments before midnight, after scarfing down a collective dinner, I lept upstairs two steps at a time to prepare to call a friend. I rushed to the bathroom, accidentally squeezing the nozzle seconds early and effectively spraying my belly button, thigh, and a majority of my right leg.
“Toxic Relationships” was recently published with Persephone’s Daughters. This poem was born out of a desperation to recognize the repetition of toxicity in a series of relationships. I had just left yet another abusive relationship but found myself alas in yet another abusive situation (though I was only beginning to recognize and admit it to myself then).
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A year ago, I committed myself to a daily writing process. This is a reflection on my accomplishments, failures, and the lessons learned along the way.
Even amidst the worst of humanity, the smile of two strangers gave me stamina to inhale and preserve hope that we will get through this.
Week 2 of my lockdown experience in India.