undone
This is a challenging time for just about everyone I know, including myself. Both the whole big world, and my own smaller world, seem to have been turned inside…
chained
I wrote this poem in May 2020 when my narcissist lover discarded me for the third time. He would discard me three more times between then and me publishing the…
hidden
Someone who is high on the narcissism spectrum may feel so small and damaged inside that they build a protective self to feel safe. But a narcissistic protective self behaves…
dear narcissist
I don’t like labelling people; the title of this poem is for convenience. To have been accurate, it should have been entitled “dear person who is high on the narcissism…
ptsd: a poem written in 2017 that still applies in 2020
ptsd © 2017 punkie Listen here (and/or read below): ptsd © 2017 punkie i cry as the sun sets i weep at its rise the least little…
thank you for being here with me
This poem is for the people who love me, see me, support me, stick with me no matter what, and who are relentless in not allowing me to give…
hidden junk
I once told a then-lover not to send me pictures of his penis. Ever. “Why not?” he queried. “Because you never know where such pictures might end up,” I answered….
love, carole
Inspired by a true story of love, loss and grief. love, carole love, carole as we danced all night in a dark corner alone i didn’t know evil…
ode to a little #pink bullet
In spring 2019, I visited an adult toy store for the first time in years. I’m not in the least bit embarrassed about being in a sex shop — I…