Poem: Writing to Escape – Spoken Word and Text – 12/07/20

As I sit down to write, my muscles ease, feet arrange neatly into place, my fingers at the ready. This is my time, where I will shine with tendrils of arrangements that are written not only for me, but for others, too, I don’t simply write for myself, I have a sense of duty to them, for from within me, like a geyser I expel my truths.

Poem: Paper-Thin – 02/07/20

Some may view me as mechanically sound, for I smile quite naturally and talk with a lilting, confident tone. My words are humorous, relaxed, and 'well', they don’t know what’s hiding inside, the astringent sadness, she overwhelms.   Internally, I feel stretched, as though a punishing thin layer has been made out of me, a [...]