The Many Voices of Body Dysmorphia.

The thing about body dysmorphia is that it beginsĀ at home.

Breaking Free.

Here's to breaking out of slumps and growing.

Sijo Saturday!

This is something self-indulgent, more than anything.

#NaPoWriMo Day 30: Memories Of Magnolia Street.

Streets lined with haunted homes.

#NaPoWriMo Day 29: Windows Of This Love.

Draped in curtains of green vines...

#NaPoWriMo Day 23: I Just Don’t Believe You.

I'm sorry, Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

#NaPoWriMo Day 21: Paint Me In Your Colours.

Took me a few tries to get this right.

#NaPoWriMo Day 16: Like The Sun.

In red and golden.

#NaPoWriMo Day 2: Walked Away.

You'd rather pick peace.

By A Thread.

Ripped apart at the seams.

Call Me Home.

One to which you’ll never return.

Where Do We Belong?

Aren't we all just trying to find something to relate to, anyway?

If It Was Only.

Happy World Poetry Day!

Sync.

It's as easy as and natural as breathing.

Buried Six Feet Under.

Writing about metaphorical death is so much fun.

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