It’s odd, watching myself evolve on a daily basis, and some days are more obvious than others. Like this one, for instance, it’s one of my favourites…
There is an LGBTQI submission window I have my eye on. I am pushing my boundaries. The serious gay poets have little to fear from me, but everybody has to start somewhere, AMIRITE?
I was right. This is different, and it’s going to need some work…
I need to start trawling a wider net for subject matter, or I’ll be spending most of my time writing Instaverse about internet drama, and that’s not healthy. For now, I try not to be too preachy.
This poem, guys. This is probably one of the most important things I ever wrote. No, you don’t get to know why, it just *is* and that’s all that matters.
It’s been a week when, yet again, People on the Internet have been unreasonable. This will never change, and so as a result, I need to. It’s being worked on. For now, here’s a poem about it.
My daughter’s currently obsessed with a couple of songs about the inevitability of death, whilst I’m over here, just grateful to hold it together for another day and not look like I was flattened by a steamroller along the way. This is named after a piece of music which my husband considers samey algorithmic nonsense, but I find rather soothing. You can’t have everything in a marriage.
There will be a series of Instaverse poems about Difference [TM] going forward. These will undoubtedly correspond with the latest mental health journey I am currently taking, and I’m looking forward to finding new ways of expressing myself as this will link in with Patreon changes.
My Monday began with a broken kitchen sink tap. Everything was fixed by teatime, but in the intervening period, and awful lot changed. It’s odd how these things present themselves, as I remember the last time this happened. I appreciate all the support and understanding as a result. Welcome to a new stage of our journey 😀
After five days straight at the Gym, because THIS MATTERS TO ME DAMMIT, I’ve begun to let other people’s judgement cloud my own. Fortunately, I have poetry with which to deal with such moments, and then I can go away and be a better person as a result. Also, I can still lift heavy weights and still run without too much issue. These are all great things.
Always be the better person.