Rainlight, No Last Words
Writing about painful experiences helps me to work through the complex emotions, lay the anger to rest, and move on.
Poems
The damsel in distress was not for me…
Helen of Troy stares in the mirror | and wants to destroy what stares back. | She’s fifteen. She doesn’t know yet…
The Space I Take
In these poems I take a critical view of myself, more specifically my own perception of my body: the amount of physical space I take up…
Dismantler
Warehouse of unassuming light | like a just-kissed face, eyes still closed | power’s out during my interview and tour | subdued orchestra of rain leaks through the metal roof…
before whisky after jazz
“after the toe-teasing whisky whipping morning jazz beach-kissing i wanted us to shift to the centre of our sun i found a black hole…”
Austin Kelly – Candid and Authentic Poems
Austin Kelly – Coke and Whiskey, and Grand Delusions of Winter – You kept me company like the other cheerleaders couldn’t, from park to hotel, ride to store…
The poem was still pulsing…
Out I could not venture | Because it was an ungodly hour | The hour of sirens and vagabonds. | In the morning | The poem was still pulsing…
We’re here, now.
Two powerful poems by Reinekke Lengelle: “People ask me how I’m doing, and I say, good, he’s still here. He’s here now. We’re here, now.”
Poetry and Healing with Roger Sippl
The Sweater: The doctors tell me the main tumor in my chest is the size of a softball. She uses a double strand of yarn and thin knitting needles…