The other day, my sister asked about my pronouns and it felt like a confessional– I laid out all my sins for her to judge them, “yes, I’m questioning who I am (dear God, am I questioning?) but no, I have no intention to do anything. Dear sister, I’m not a lost sheep, I’m notContinue reading “faith”
Tag Archives: mental health
Seas, or Suburbs
curtains wide, all night, strangers across the street see the lamp signs: still here
Salad Spinner of Sadness
Picture a feeling of sadness. Now get your metaphors mixed up, stick your feelings in a salad spinner, spinning round and round button bobbing up and down laughter lettuce cleansing cabbage wasted water. Picture a feeling of sadness, a painting hung up on the wall oozing moisture and mold when you go to bed, theContinue reading “Salad Spinner of Sadness”
Take a Comment for Anxiety
I really liked your poem. This post was super insightful. That sounds like a super fun time you had with your family. *backspace backspace backspace* Okay, so those were terrible, we’re not doing any of those, no, we’re going with “this post means a lot to me.” *Backspace* periods convey frustration and anger So don’tContinue reading “Take a Comment for Anxiety”
One of my favorite quotes
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed” -Ernest Hemingway* In a more modern sense, I suppose for this poem I will sit down at my keyboard and bleed:) (and if you enjoy this post, I will always appreciate a pizza) *** Hydrogen peroxide graciously gets outContinue reading “One of my favorite quotes”
Safety Is…
A state of mind, a habit: a finger snap can’t clean the slate of dangerous memories, healing takes time. Pot a cactus somewhere new and spines will still grow but maybe, out of the path of predators, I can learn how to bloom again. *** If you enjoy this post, consider buying me a pizza.Continue reading “Safety Is…”
An English-Spanish Poem
En la llorona, tú sabes el cloudy azul el viento fool eran nunca amigos con tu– la nieve de mi cuerpo freezes la noche negra, slip to the lago hablar a los árboles bailer con los flores en tus sueños. Levantase, en esta cocina, el agua salada se calienta en la kettle, break my corazónContinue reading “An English-Spanish Poem”
Day 1
Day one of my grand adventure. Today my symptoms include: -stiff throat -twitching through my cheeks I can’t control -blurry vision -dripping nose -swollen vocal cords -shaking My guy, tonight, nothing is nor ever will be okay– is it alright if we just ugly cry?
Language of Perfect Meaning
Are you lsintenig? I am hree in the eceohs of thsee wdors mxied up, scmralbed hlep me put teogehtr my mnid from the mire palese haer my sreacm unedrsntad it in this naitve tonuge (one hreat) we all cmae born wtih. Wake. Need. Seelp. Cry. Are you litseinng? Am I? (one vcoie) Plesae particce wtihContinue reading “Language of Perfect Meaning”
Can’t Take It With You
Pack it all up in boxes, there, there you go, some things you need, some things you care for, neatly tucked away. But it isn’t the stuff I’m not taking that I’ll miss, so much as the memories clung to them like Spring Breeze fabric freshener that I cannot imitate in any other season ofContinue reading “Can’t Take It With You”
Jordyn Saelor 