Part of my poetry and reflections project, Margins of the First Draft — 5 percent reality and the rest is theatrical melodrama. (Authors Note) 13. Foolish girl My foolish heart, Like my mothers favorite vase Plummeting from the shelf I could not reach And beneath my...

Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft (Authors Note) 12. He was the sea And there was I Trembling My love was A fierce tempest ravaging my heart Shaken, my world Was set ablaze by his gaze And he was A dead calm sea Poetry on the Margins #12 What is...

Part of my poetry and reflections project, Margins of the First Draft — a piece about how writing, like standing naked before a crowd, can leave us exposed and powerful all at once. (Authors Note) 11. He made her a Feral cat Oh He makes me go feral,Look at me. A...

This piece from Margins of the First Draft captures the feeling of being completely undone by someone's presence.A little poetry about love, chemistry, wonder, and the helpless beauty of it all. (Authors Note) 10. Belladonna in her eyes Like a maiden in love, With my...

Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — a piece about the courage to feel, to love without demands, and to say it out loud. PS: looking at this many years after its creation is awkward, where has the drama in my writing gone... I used to have great...

A reflection on love, beauty, and quiet desperation — part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft. Emotional writing inspired by the haunted dreams of a young woman in love. I wonder where this plot even came from now that I read these again back then I...

Part of my poetry collection Margins of the First Draft — a quiet confession about love, longing, and life's simple, sinful pleasures. Nr 7 was written when I was 14 I believe, where did that come from even? (Authors Note) 7. a lust was born And maybe We could Share a...

This piece from Margins of the First Draft is a soft, slightly mischievous reflection on love, intimacy, and longing. Sometimes, poetry catches the places where tenderness and silliness meet. (Authors Note) 6. a Prayer was chanted Here I lay In the darkness of my room...

This piece of poetry is from Margins of the First Draft is a letter — what the hell does that mean even? (Authors Note) 5. Mother, look at her now So, can you see now That I have lost my mind The sea of emotion has swallowed me whole And oh sweet mother of mine Can...

This piece is part of Margins of the First Draft — a collection of poetry from very old pieces, This was one of the first poems I ever wrote and published. (Authors Note) 4. “His Eyes” was her favourite poem His eyes If that was not poetry Written in two words I....