My work 

writing makes me me feel better. writing makes me feel cleaner. summer seems to arrive, like a momentary rainbow in a breath of water....

i found a half written sentence on a ripped post it note ‘and maybe that’s why i’m free now’. i wrote a whole lovely poem today and it...

hi all!! hope u are good and happy and content and finding peace in the hectic nature of life :) here’s an updated, renewed version of...

i think about shivering in the cold ; finding it charming for a moment. are laughs warmth enough? i won’t freeze away? (breath) i think...

the snow has visited again. it freezes my hands, they are red and pale and not really mine at all. a lot of things aren’t mine. the way i...

everything is better silent. everything is more beautiful alone. i am everything. i allow spelling mistakes and allow hairs out of place...

and if everything’s happening ; spread love like there’s no cost and no pain ! allow it. the world turns and the push and the pull and...

okay just quickly!!! i really like this one and i'm definitely going to be making this into a series like the interludes, and also the &c...

(yet nothing changes really) it’s not so cold anymore, haven’t you noticed? wearing t shirts and curling my hair. washing it often. i...

my unfinished lines of poetry carry into the unending lines of my body some of my milk teeth haven’t fallen out; parts of my childhood...

i am surrounded by angels. angels of mercy, Angel of my heart, angels of forgiveness. to be forgiven though i do not deserve it, to...

and hatred is adoration in it’s own way too. , of course! me in the wreckage of the world, me: the wreckage of the world. of all the...

conversations with her and the universe and suddenly! i am finding my way back to myself (paper boats, paper hearts, paper butterflies)

haven’t my poems changed? grown and morphed, just like me. i crave the sunlight in my room; i will burn my blinds and burn my solitude....

i wash pen smudges off my hands in the shower. at night, i dance around my room on featherlight feet and pretend i don’t notice the...

falling asleep where i shouldn’t , when i shouldn’t; staying awake in my bed. to love is to empathise and promise and remember. my head...

i’m not entirely sure what i look like anymore: it’s blurring together. 15 with long hair and 16 with purple hair, 17 with short hair and...

and there’s no part of me i can’t find and speak to, whether hidden in the crook of my hip or the hollow of my fingertips, i will find...

to be entirely enough, to be endlessly desired by myself. to be entirely enough (you have found breath) to be an entity of love and being...

i will look into the eyes of those who love me most and find my favourite jewellery. i’ll wear my love like i wear my rings, and hold my...