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A Wicked, Witch-y Poem

Witches in the mist, come witness their wild magic: Indigo familiars howl to the moon, tap dancing, Cauldrons smoke and bubble blue, a beguiling glitter in the meadow air. Knees and teeth flash in the silver light, clacking choruses summon the spell– Eradicate daylight, freeze the full moon high on this All Hallows’ Eve DestinedContinue reading “A Wicked, Witch-y Poem”

The Question of Neurodivergence

“I have a bunch of labels we could make a list, complete it with appendices, asterisks, sub-headings for short definitions and paragraphs for minutiae.” So says the narrator in my head, anticipating the question, “why?” like, “Why don’t you talk?” “Why don’t you like that?” “Why don’t you drive?” “Why are you acting this way?”Continue reading “The Question of Neurodivergence”

tidal waves wept, candles lit

I find my voice, my style, then I break it after a while I’m pushing boundaries I’m sailing new seas I’m digging in deeper these spirit’s arteries, this song’s a keeper that word’s to weep this metaphor is too big of a leap. I write like a child I write like I’m wild then IContinue reading “tidal waves wept, candles lit”

So it Goes/Ambitious Wishes

So it goes, comes midnight, then a lie take a bird out wink an eye if you wish then you’re a waster of the time left in your life, if you wish you’re wishy-washy not a worker got no will. — I’ll take midnight by surprise light a fire burn her guise steal the wingsContinue reading “So it Goes/Ambitious Wishes”

So it Seems

All the words that could be written have already been written with the hand of this mitten, cold fingers snow-smitten and numbed into repeating the same beats over and over like the floppy paws of a hungry-for-food kitten. — I keep a long document of most every poem I’ve written since 8th grade and lastContinue reading “So it Seems”

Passion or Power

Dear Joe, This is my favorite flower. Just wanted you to know so if you’re ever worried about paying for a dozen red roses, now you’re aware I’m not into the crimson kind of passion flower. *** If you enjoy this post, consider buying me a pizza

faith

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”

Something way Bigger

I wanna be part of something way bigger bigger than the sky longer than the night spreading faster than the light. — I wanna expel fear that keeps me from talking ’bout how I feel, I wanna rise broader than mountain ranges, deeper than the sea, and I wanna grow softer than baby sages, sharperContinue reading “Something way Bigger”

Haunted or Wanted?

I spotted a shadow all alone to my eyes, dancing in the suburb street. The shadow’s ears and tail flicked toward me and, startled, I hurried home, but when I got there the shadow hadn’t moved from the asphalt dance floor. I didn’t go back and ask what the shadow was waltzing for, I wentContinue reading “Haunted or Wanted?”