Somehow, over the years, “lullaby” has grown into a symbol in my writing. For comparison’s sake, lullabies in real life entail quiet, soothing songs to help children fall asleep. Lullabies in my head have come to represent clinging to childhood or innocence, art/beauty lost in the past, and the comfort we hold to to carryContinue reading “The Symbol of Lullabies”
Burn me in Gethsemane A witch at the stake Dying on the cross. Please carry me home My burdens and sacrifice My skin My bones My ashes My groans Can you come and save me, What say ye? — Can we please just be fairies Faking like we’re scary, We wear our pseudo-nightmares To dreamContinue reading “Some religious symbolism I guess, I don’t know if that’ll offend people”
Scribble safflower petals around the sun, dye the moon a neon egg. Color curly-cues into the meadows so the scars and dust of flame and heartache might one day melt into art.
A party. Neon lights. A search for self-worth. Witches and dead things and the moon. I wrote this poem (or poetic short story?) about the struggle to exist in this world. “Here is for all the queer people, me, you, us. For our frustration and heartbreak, for the permission to exist that isn’t granted, butContinue reading “Today’s queer poem is brought to you by:”
But here’s someone who is. Jamala represented Ukraine in Eurovision 2016 with this song, “1944.” Its lyrics and music video describe the deportation of Crimean Tatars by the Soviet Union in World War II. In other words, the Soviet Union forced hundreds of thousands of people out of Crimea into Uzbekistan or nearby areas. ThousandsContinue reading “I ain’t qualified for this”
Today’s Prompt: What is your favorite photo you’ve ever taken? I did write a post that went along with today’s prompt. I honestly did. But then late last night I came across this song (not for the first time, though it’s been awhile) and it felt much more important than my lackluster post about myContinue reading “January 20th, 2022/Loic Nottet’s “Mr/Mme””
Today’s Prompt: What is something you wish you knew how to do?
What advice would you give to your teenage self? Dear teenage me: you’ll figure it out. I’d never wish I knew something sooner, because if I learned it sooner, I’d probably still wish I learned it sooner than that. So, past-self, be glad that you did learn it when you did, and trust that allContinue reading “January 1st, 2022”
One, wait for the light to come on again. You ain’t ever going to kill hope because if you did I’d be a dead girl out of matchsticks.
Hello. How are you? I like your door.
I can make it glow. Do you like glowing things? Glowing things are my favorite. They’re bright and sunny and happy.