Some days language and words seem so inadequate. How can mere letters cover the giddy brightness that is happiness, the heart-stopping passion that is love, or the cloudy, all-encompassing darkness that is sadness? If words all have set meanings, set connotations, set contexts, how can we fully communicate with one another? Words are shaped by … More Language

This Body

This body doesn’t belong to me. I bought it half-price from the reject shop. It was the last one left. This body doesn’t belong to me. After changing, punishing, starving I lose my body I lose me. This body doesn’t belong to me. Amongst dreams of perfection and whispers of good enough I dull the … More This Body