Poetic Ephemera

post traumatic perpetual

when memories stretch,

like a pillow over your face.

apologizing to ghosts,

gang pressed (and powerless)

into some fucking wretched before.

So what then is this? 

It's a collection of unpublished poems I've written over the past several years, and recently re-edited. 

So it's sort of new poetry formed in conversation with past versions of myself.

9 poems of loss, reflection, despair, and endurance in handy-dandy epub format.

All proceeds go towards keeping a disabled trans mom (me), her wife, and kids safe and sheltered.