My new year’s resolution is recognizing that I would rather wait endlessly for an ethereal love than to waste even a second of my precious energy on someone who isnt worthy.
“man on the moon” represents my willing struggle to wait for that perfect connection.
My poetry anthology “Cosmic Hearts” is out everywhere & ready for a new year of spreading divine love 💖 visit arabellacrookeshaw.com for more info
What I thought was forever was just
last year. My body has attempted every
rebellion at least twice. Like ice in a
snowstorm, the future has solidified
on the doorknobs. It asks me for the key.
There's no way I'm making it out of here alive.
"I Can Tell It's Aquarius Season Because My Knuckles Are Splitting," by Caitlin Conlon
Hi! I’m a queer biracial indie poet in Eastern Nebraska, and I have great news. The print version of My Body and I Share the Same Name is officially listed and available for preorder off Amazon and Bookbaby!
It’s a personal poetry collection with themes like, mental illness, trauma, queerness, religion, love, and relationships. It follows bits of my life from childhood to early adulthood, including abuse, relationships, queer coming of age, mental health struggles, eating disorders, suicide attempts, and ultimately: hope.
If you choose to purchase one and feel comfortable enough to give me an address, I’d absolutely love to send you a little thank you note with stickers and goodies! If not, that’s okay too. If you don’t have the funds right now or just don’t want to order one, reblogs would help so much and be greatly appreciated.
I’m so excited about this, and I hope anyone who reads it enjoys it!
I no longer recognize the ghosts of the poems I've written in my girlhood but my melancholia has always been a constant — so neurotic, it's almost romantic — from the pile of poems I lost more than ten years ago to my book, Persephone, Descending. 🤎✨
You may buy a copy directly from 8Letters Bookstore & Publishing website or from their Shopee page.
the mid August sun sparkles through birch leaves overhead, cooled by the fluttering wind of shortening days
lake water sinks into my lungs as if to permeate my bloodstream, cleansing me from the inside out, turning murky red clear like an alpine river
this is my yearly baptism of the earth, sitting in the sun, swim heavy and full of tall, fresh air
I breath until I feel like myself again, let the sun burn it's claim into my skin until I believe I am alive again
it is a sensation I lose the farther I get from Valhalla, as if it bleeds from my fingertips out of the window into the breeze, a magic I cannot take with me
it belongs to the mesas and meadows, and though I will miss running my fingers through it, like the hair of a long-absent lover, I know I may at any time return to it
This time we are looking for offbeat different romance stories. We want the romance to be perhaps written in a different genre…For example maybe a horror romance or a supernatural based one. We want more that the typical romance. But there should be a definite romance quality to the submission. We would like to see a good blend and the non- typical feel to the story. Poetry should be darker with…
Inspired by @serenanymph at here! The rules are to click on this link to generate a board (feel free to click it again if you want a different one!) and then to fill it in. If you want to join in, go ahead!
Missed checking off Indie Published – I have a poem appearing in Indie Earth Publishing's upcoming anthology The Spell Jar: Book of Shadows vol. 2. Highly recommend that you visit them over on Insta!
"I inherited the sting of my mother's wounds — her madness and propensity for hurting. But not quite her bravery nor her capacity to carry such wounding weights."
Femininity meets madness in my second book, Persephone, Descending. 🤎✨Buy a copy for your girl dinner 💋 ₱380