I'm your dark room, your rough stone wallsdamp with unease. Here to inhabit you, not what you wanted, but it's what you got.If you argue, you've already lost. I'm what you haven't been receivingand you will suffer more for it. Because if you would only turn your attention to existing,the confined spaces in your head… Continue reading More than this
Tag: ME/CFS
New Poem @ Blanket Sea
Visit Blanket Sea to read or listen to my new poem "Please Pay at the Reception Desk on Your Way Out", a poem that describes the experience of trying to get medical support for ME/CFS.
New poem in Rogue Agent journal
The Trip Up is a poem about feeling different because of a chronic illness. When people find out, or when you tell them, reactions are mostly uncomfortable. In one moment you become "an other" and people become unsure around you. You can read the poem here in the latest issue of Rogue Agent.
Tender Rebellion 