POETRY [UNTITLED SERIES] – 18

Everything Has Changed It’s in the things that are put away The shelves that line the walls The washing machine that spins The food in the fridge It’s in the music that plays The clothes put away after 6 months of sitting in the kitchen The wedding suit that is folded and put under theContinue reading “POETRY [UNTITLED SERIES] – 18”

POETRY [UNTITLED SERIES] – 13

Cameras & a rear view mirror You don’t drive a car by looking backwards. if you do you’ll crash. Cameras and rear view mirrors are only there for glimpses at the past. You’re not meant to stay there. I’ve stripped all the photos from my walls. I’ve pulled the bricks apart in order to reshapeContinue reading “POETRY [UNTITLED SERIES] – 13”

POETRY [UNTITLED SERIES] – 12

Over and Over I sit disassociated and numb Between a sleeping cocker spaniel and the noise of the street I’ve been crying all day and every time I feel like I’ve gotten some sort of closure only to be pulled back to April over and over. They tell me how well I’ve done. That April’sContinue reading “POETRY [UNTITLED SERIES] – 12”

POETRY [UNTITLED SERIES] – 11

“You look awful” That’s all I could say while my heart collapsed. New numbers, new addresses, new emails. All enough of a reason to feel the things that I’ve been told I should. Betrayal, rage. But it was that photo. Of you and our youngest It ripped through me faster and harder than any ofContinue reading “POETRY [UNTITLED SERIES] – 11”

6 ways to start loving yourself the way you deserve to be loved

2020 has been a lot.  It’s been a lot between the pandemic and how to cope with social isolation. And despite the huge upheaval of how we live our lives, it is important to take the time to acknowledge that this is a tremendous time of stress for everyone.  With that in mind, there haveContinue reading “6 ways to start loving yourself the way you deserve to be loved”

POETRY [UNTITLED SERIES] – 9

Slash and Burn Tactics _____________ I couldn’t tell you when it started When I decided to destroy my mind. I couldn’t tell you if I was the one who put the torch to timber or if I was just burning from the inside out. The hand may have been mine but the oil was yoursContinue reading “POETRY [UNTITLED SERIES] – 9”