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mom

when i was youngmy mother told me“pick yourself up”“brush yourself off”“get on your feet”“you’ll go far” mom wouldn’t liemy mom wouldn’t lie i picked myself upi brushed myself offi don’t think she likeswhat’s under the dust i remember she brought me sliced apples and pearsreminded me my father would neverher cutting smile and laughter thatContinue reading “mom”

run (and self love)

note: there’s a rant about this poem at the bottom that you can read if you’d like my shoes hit the pavementmy arms hit airswallow freezing airfill my lungs i check my watch and speed upfaster i go and better i feelmy lungs are on fire but so am iscreaming blue and flying greeni feelContinue reading “run (and self love)”

Unfinished Love

I found these works in my notes app. Most of them are from this summer, all of them are unfinished. I don’t really know what they mean anymore and don’t remember where I wanted to go with them. None of them are my best work but maybe that makes them better. Hope you enjoy. BackyardContinue reading “Unfinished Love”

soaring stationary

i met a beautiful birdher feathers half pink and half goldshe waved her wings and clippedthe iron aluminum bent bars of the little cageshe sang a melody i had never heard once beforeshe soared in placeand for a second i flew i opened her doorshe glided out and landed on the windowsilland she saw sheContinue reading “soaring stationary”

love (me)

loving’s only easy when it’s not meloving’s only easy when they don’t choose yougod this would be so much easier if i wasnot one two three fourshedeclaredathumbwarlay your thumb there on my chest and twist my heart and let me restrestrestrestrestgod i’m going to fail this testtesttesttesttesti just don’t want you to gogogogogogodiloveyoupleaseloveme immanence transcendenceContinue reading “love (me)”

choke

how does it feel to be young and happyhow does it feel to speakhow does it feel to scream and cryhow does it feel to live canyouhearme ican’thearme how does it feel to be young and grinninghow does it feel to drownhow does it feel to smile and laughhow does it feel to survive swimmingContinue reading “choke”

jill

jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of watershe tripped and fell and brokeand broke and broke and broke she broke got up and got more waterher eyes were red as snowshe got her cup of waterand went back home alone she hurt and drank her little cupher lips burned chapped and drysheContinue reading “jill”

She

thrashing in the wake of a ship long gone her pale body is sinking she’s sinking and sinking and sinking she drives as fast as she can and tastes the air of the city and she feels alive today she runs  so her legs look toned and she can’t breathe but she can live orContinue reading “She”

On Being a Kid

Art is from Jackie Ferrentino at VT Kids. Content warning: dysphoria. I’m 16 years old while I’m writing this. I’ll be 17 pretty soon. I’ve been sleeping in the same bed since I was very little. Nowadays, I often lie in bed, with my feet hanging off the edge, and think about what it meansContinue reading “On Being a Kid”

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