I’m not sure this is what I pictured when they said “London Bridge is falling down”. Something told me bridges didn’t truly collapse. That they are strong enough, sturdy enough, always well maintained points of connection. I didn’t think we’d drop out of touch, just like that – falling arms. Maybe I didn’t think aheadContinue reading “Poetry Series – Collapse”
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Poetry Series – Devil Disguised
I have this fear that someday someone will take me too literally. Maybe they won’t see that I’m just a very visual learner so lessons come a little more vividly to me. I have this fear that I’ll be 302’d, called crazy. I’d say the Devil passed that on to me but like I said,Continue reading “Poetry Series – Devil Disguised”
Poetry Series – Body Keeps Score
On the topic of rape because while a word may not lose meaning through being said, it tends to relinquish it’s power, control, so you can reclaim it for yourself: No is still noand rape is still rapeeven in the confines of a relationshipeven when you call it an inconvenience, rather than its name.Rape isContinue reading “Poetry Series – Body Keeps Score”
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