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The Disabled Crone Episode One – Putting Yourself First In Publishing

Here is something awesome! It’s the first episode of The Disabled Crone with Cait Gordon. I had the honour of being the first ever guest on Cait’s new podcast and was so honoured. In the episode, we talk about how I put myself first...

The Felling of a Deer – A Poem

Content Warning: This poem contains scenes of hunting, violence and sexual assault. I went with you. It was what you most loved to do, you said. You didn’t tell me that your favourite thing to do was to hunt. I didn’t know this until...

The Lone Wolf Art Show!

This weekend, I had my second solo art show! I’m never sure how they are going to go and I’m always fearful that no one will show up, but that’s the internal critic speaking. I always have a charity in mind for each of...

Dear 19-Year-Old Me – A Poem

Content Warning – This poem has details of sexual assault It wasn’t your fault. All you were looking for was love, the chance to spread your wings so that you could learn how to fly. You wanted some kind of acceptance, for someone to...

That Bright Golden Light

I’m thrilled beyond words to be able to finally talk about this! A while back, I entered one of my pieces of art for consideration in an ARDEI (Anti-Racism, Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion) Artwork Project. I submitted my painting called That Bright Golden Light....

The Disabled Crone!

I am thrilled that I was asked by Cait Gordon to be on the first episode of her new podcast, The Disabled Crone. We had a good talk about publishing, the act of being creative and what it’s like to find your voice in...

A Handful of Stars – A Poem

I’m unravelling myself. Little by little, I am pulling at the threads that make up who I am. Every freckle that marks my skin, the sound of my voice when I whisper secrets to myself in the comfort of night, the shape of my...

Times Compass – A Poem

There is a compass within my skin. When I was younger, I believed that it would point me towards my destiny but I seemed to lose my way. When I was older, I thought that the compass would lead me to my wish granted,...

Belong To You – A Short Story

The light above mirror flickered. “I’m not listening to anything you have to say.” Devon said. The lights blinked on and off as if they were trying to talk to him in morose code. Devon knew that it was morose code, so he looked...

I’m Tired of Hating My Body – A Poem

when I look in the mirror I shift and change in front of my eyes becoming someone I never thought possible I look at my reflection and I wonder who formed the idea of what I should look like I’ve watched as I took...