New Poem Coming Soon!
May 7th, I've got a new poem coming out in Uncanny magazine! It's called "The High Priestess Writes a Love Letter to The Magician." I'm super excited for y'all to read it. Will post when it's out!
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Fat.
It’s a word that’s sitting in my stomach with weights tied to its feet. It’s floating down past the food I binged on and then it’s watching the purge; making the toxic cycle complete.
It’s eating up space in my mind, this obsessive outlook about the size of my thighs.
I think I’d be happier, more loveable, and more confident if I was skinnier. I lie to everyone and myself about wanting to lose weight to be healthy when it’s all about the exteriors.
I know it’s not true, just my brain trying to make me want it more, by using a twisted methodology it has always used before. My beautiful brain tries so hard to be helpful but, the whispered insults about my body to spur on change are only making me miserable.
I remind myself that the clawing voices in my mind won’t go away because I’m thinner, and I won’t magically love what’s in the mirror even if I weighed nothing more than a feather.
But, I like the grass.
No, not the bits of green in the salad, but the blades that reside on the other side of the mirror, where I assume the stars all shine clearer and of course my body is the type of unachievable perfection I’ve forever been dreaming of.
body dysmorphia is my best friend - t.k.o.
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holding my own hand by judas h. ( @judas-redeemed ) image id in alt
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Patti Smith performs in the United Kingdom. Circa 1970
📷 Dick Barnatt/Redferns/GettyImages via Rolling Stone Magazine
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"I am a madman, I am a danger. In my mind there are other worlds creeping in. The heavens and the earth collide, and I do not know where I am"
"Do you love me?"
"You do not wish a life with me for yourself, No one wishes that."
"George..I will stand with you between the heavens and the earth. I will tell you where you are. DO YOU LOVE ME??"
"I LOVE YOU!!!.. From the moment I saw you trying to go over the wall, I have loved you desperately. I cannot breathe when you are not near. I love you, Charlotte. My heart calls your name."
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« Después de tanto tiempo, por fin te volveré a ver, volveré a ver esos ojos que me enamoraron en el ayer. »
Moon dark
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Purpose
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How many times must I be reminded
Fire cannot be gentle?
Try as I might,
My flames engulf the innocent.
Reaching out for an embrace
Leaves you burnt.
Leaves me cold.
How dare I try to be anything
Other than violent?
x
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A griot (West African historian, storyteller, praise singer, poet, and musician) playing on Kora instrument
French vintage postcard
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