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When I started writing Queen of Swords, I knew that it would involve tattoos in some way. For me, tattoos have always been a way of marking the important moments in one life, of marking yourself with a period of time held in ink… Continue Reading “Tarot and Tattoos – The Journey and the Memory”
* For Marg with love For as long as I’ve known you, you have been a symbol of strength for me, being brave enough to carve out a new path for yourself when you didn’t like the one that you found yourself on. You… Continue Reading “Another Year of You – A Poem”
Then, I was lost within myself, surrounded by the dark, trees and forest pressing in against me as I looked for a way out, a way through the veil of constant sadness and fear that I carried within me. When the doctor gave the… Continue Reading “Then, Also, After, Now – A Poem”
When I left home at sixteen, I needed another name. The name I had then didn’t fit properly. It fit too tightly around me, and was far too harsh. After a while, I realized that it was not the name that didn’t fit but… Continue Reading “What’s In a Name – A Poem”
I was raised to hate myself. “Did you see that guy wearing earrings?” My father would ask this with a note of ridicule in his voice. “Probably a homo.” He would say, holding his hand out with a limp wrist and proceeding to talk… Continue Reading “The Growth of Wings – A Poem”