I want to write a poem About how I feel But it’s hard to explain How hard it is To be autistic and at the same time Somewhat normal And still be bisexual Along with nonbinary Add in being a birthmother And all the things…

weightless. Motion rising. Lift off. Heart racing. smiles form. Crying is heard. Fun and scary. Not for everyone.

Precariously trailing the crest of the mountain seeking relief in the canyon below darkness calling, caressing my sadness silence delivering a salve to my soul The mountain and I together embrace the ails of the world that won’t mend love, respect, tolerance have been erased…

feeling his bones through his paper~thin skin wound on his belly  a tumor i’m sure deadly? ~who knows so many worries but for me, he eats for me, he drinks purring loudly by my side we drift off to sleep as i stroke his still…

We watched the alien aircraft Watched them hovering above our world Watched to see if we were welcoming New friends who would walk With us discovering our way Together or Would we welcome invading monsters Coming to take, not give   They landed on the…

I stood in a wind blown meadow As poppies, shasta daisies And yarrow Played with the wind Under a sky the colour Of a million tonnes Of Welsh slate Feeling lost, beyond hope When a gust caught me Took my breath and reminded me In…

She was cracked from cliffs of sandstone, Took her shape from breaking blows And shattered from her birthplace They saw in her the flows Of tides that bring the fishes When rot has ruined the crops, And welcome trade from distant shores When sickness takes…

The shower of tears from the sky She was thirsting for them She gets filled with the petrichor Awakening her spirit for a brief time Coming from the brink of hopes and desires She holds on to the possibilities It seems like a meeting point…

if I could bend the fabric of reality to form something new I would make a world where there were two of me one to continue living the same blissful life the other to take the biggest risks one to build a quiet blissful home…

Hour Twenty-Four (had to repost because I accidentally deleted the original that was posted at 8:44 am EST I had a horrible case of the dumb) It’s not so much about the carnal the jutting hips and softness of breast and the iron ripples of…