CW: misgendering (mention); parental estrangement Getting What You Want Isn’t Always Getting What You Want It’s funny how putting 2,218 miles between me and her and her words and their ability to nag at at my will to exist Doesn’t actually put space between me…

T          h        e       r       e  is              no               way.   I       can     get    back   there.    I     …

Alrighty, hour two is upon us, and I’m so excited to see how this goes I am sorting through all the prompts I have at arms reach and the one I’m most excited to tackle right now is from the prompt journal “I am Incomplete…

A Mesostic – For and Not For My Dog Tugboat “These cracked elbows, the only sign of time passing” —Canisia Lubrin from The Dzgraphxst, page 41 Cracked elbows, the only sign of Time passing Canisa says bUt not true God said to me just now…

Brilliant reflections Sunrise on the soul of the Deep What will protect the sea? The soul of the Deep when all that is left are marine research venues with beautiful architecture “the world’s only submarium” the fliers say The soul of the Deep is surely…

Ingredients: One accommodation, occupied solely by yourself A scattering of well-meaning friends, popped up from nowhere One long distance relationship One far-away family A mixed bag of acceptance, fear, pride and loneliness Method: 1.Take the accommodation and stuff well with largely useless items Bought in…

Idealists know that the hero must win And pessimists know that ideals are for fools Suffering brings its own wisdom, of sorts, But maturity comes when ideals are regained. Fresh-faced and kind-hearted, Flat-footed and dim, Idealists know that the hero must win. Betrayed and abandoned,…

At 150,000 miles the sun appeared a reddish dot against an indistinct grey sky its color a clever cover for the furnace within Bleary-eyed and a bit numb I drift through my morning routine thinking of as little as possible because I know what happens…

Sometimes I sleep in Silence the alarm Shut out the endless droning nothing news Burrow deep in the sheets Beneath the blanket Beneath the quilt There I breathe The scent of your skin Deep slow breaths Matching mine to yours The world outside disappears Sounds…

For God’s sake, why are you so sad? It’s 10 o’clock in the morning! Did you hear what I said? My head is filled with words to sort out. I need time to hear you and to understand. Likes, tries, attempts Turn into patterns, routines…