Quick and zippy. || I bet you can guess what I just had for a snack. I don't really know why I wrote this either but here we are.
Footloose poem about reclaiming the mind after grieving the loss of a friend. Read to the end for an authors note check in.
Another free verse. Writing poetry has been an exhausting exercise recently, but a necessary one. Hope everyone is safe and well considering. I'll go back to writing fiction one day, I promise.
"I had a dream that I was driving but doing a very poor job. We got in a car accident and they didn't survive but I did." || Can you imagine
Dread drops to the bottom of my back, whisking side to side there as I walk. || Another freeverse/footloose poem about long talks on my front porch with my loved ones.
"Snap into light." || free verse/footloose piece about smoking lucifer's leaf. Read the authors note at the end too! I'm gonna try and add those regularly now.
A footloose poem on hate, sex, and love, presented as a surprising bouquet.
Written for world mental health day. I feel like pretty much all my poems are written about mental health though.
Quick and zippy. || I bet you can guess what I just had for a snack. I don't really know why I wrote this either but here we are.
Footloose poem about reclaiming the mind after grieving the loss of a friend. Read to the end for an authors note check in.
Another free verse. Writing poetry has been an exhausting exercise recently, but a necessary one. Hope everyone is safe and well considering. I'll go back to writing fiction one day, I promise.
"I had a dream that I was driving but doing a very poor job. We got in a car accident and they didn't survive but I did." || Can you imagine
Dread drops to the bottom of my back, whisking side to side there as I walk. || Another freeverse/footloose poem about long talks on my front porch with my loved ones.
"Snap into light." || free verse/footloose piece about smoking lucifer's leaf. Read the authors note at the end too! I'm gonna try and add those regularly now.
A footloose poem on hate, sex, and love, presented as a surprising bouquet.
Written for world mental health day. I feel like pretty much all my poems are written about mental health though.