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…
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 © 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…
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…
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…
There was no one on the trail with me on this rainy morning. I propped my phone on a sign post and set the timer to capture me and…
This is another in my series of posts listing things I’m grateful for. More gratitude may be found here. I’m grateful for soaring, and for the fact that both…
The last few days have been really hard for me from a number of different perspectives. I needed something to lift my spirits. Usually, a haircut does the trick……
This is the fourth post in my resurrected practice of writing lists of things I am grateful for. The first, second and third posts in this series are here,…
This is the third post in my resurrected practice of writing lists of things I am grateful for. The first and second posts in this series are here and here…