I want to be asleep
and I've been trying to get there
I close my eyes and wait
but the chance of REM seems rare
Another hour passes and
I'm still watching Blanche go on dates
It seems yet another episode
of the Golden Girls is my fate
I don't know how much more of
this rhyming I can do
and the cacophony of snoring loves
Oh! to be asleep like you!
So I write a funny poem
words with rhythm and rhyme
and later in the morning I'll see them
those bags under my eyes.
I woke before the sun rose today, my heart felt the intense weight of all the moments that the 25th of April marks, before my body had even begun to stir. For all the Blakfellas who were sent to fig
Content warning: I use a word that many people find confronting, that word is cripple. I identify as a crippled person, and I use it in the spirit of reclaiming it. Blessed are the crippled kids, Thos
As I am illuminated by the spotlight of a screen in my arms I hold my love my treasured a child being I feel them breathing in safety and the comfort of being held by their mama their nurturer the con