The poems
Poetry
Words that arrived quietly and asked to stay.
Eight Weeks After the Burn
You only knew that pain had entered the kitchen and pain had your name.
Read →Blessed Are the Ones Who Cannot Sit in Any Chair
You are not disordered. You are not a deficit. You are a nervous system that was built for a world that has not been built yet.
Read →I Am the Garden
I am not the tower. I am not the throne. I am the garden.
Read →Sister Saga
She is not separate from me. She is the me that winter made.
Read →The Daffodil, February-Born
They said: nothing blooms in February. I said: watch.
Read →The Devil's Daughter
I am the woman they thought they'd broken. I am the garden in the aftermath.
Read →The Enigma Spouse
She wore silence like a second skin and everyone mistook it for agreement.
Read →Peter Pan Tivoli — Sagan om barnet för evigt i ingenstans
Här vinner alla alltid. Here everyone always wins. The story of the child forever in Neverland.
Read →The First Lady
I am not a victim or a witness. I call on congress. Give the victims a public hearing. Then and only then we will have the truth.
Read →Jag Blommar Fram
Not despite the darkness but through it — the way crocuses push through frozen ground, the way Easter arrives not when winter ends but while winter is still arguing.
Read →For the Ones Left Behind
they were calling for her. in the dark hours before the birds. a sound i had never heard before — not song, not cry, but something older.
Read →Mornings with Violette
i am waking up filled with a childlike joy. another day i have never seen before i think to myself. hello discover & wonder.
Read →Charlie's Bride — Part II: The Reckoning
your punishment is more truth
Read →Easter Tells You
it is possible to become a new creation
Read →The Gospel According to the Bride
your punishment is more truth
Read →April First — Again I Will Bloom
On this day I arrived in New York. On this day I arrived in London. On this day I arrived in Stockholm.
Read →In My House Lives a Faery
In my house lives a faery. Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown with silver spots upon her wings.
Read →The Myth of This Girl
My life is a myth that began with a little girl whom wanted to take over the world through her beauty and her kindred spirit.
Read →The Sweetness Mirror
I am the bible. I am the faerie tale. I am the scripture written in the veil.
Read →Jag Behöver
I need grace. I need love. I need closeness. I need God. I need sweetness. I need beauty. I need joy. I need sunshine.
Read →One Peculiar Child of God
I had a wonderful morning. Spring is happening. I am one peculiar child of God.
Read →Skapa Skapa Skapa
Create. Create. Create. One thing a day for thirty-one days. Be soft. Be magic. Be huge.
Read →The Seven Spells of Hope
I bloom forth as guardian of the defenseless, my body a cathedral, my dance a shield. Watch me become the spell.
Read →I Am Ordained
In the cathedral's rose-lit hush, a ballerina stands---ethereal, crowned for heaven, ordained by grace.
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