Hello everyone, how have you been? I know it's been a long time and I'm sorry about that. I've been busy running my business and working on music, at least that's something creative i guess. It’s brought me back into my writing brain and that makes me happy. I'm here to announce that my 2nd … Continue reading See You When I See You (the next book)
Reason To Breathe
you are my reason to breathe staring outward towards the trees with rain speckled skin love holding me in and my lungs won't give out for you I have no doubts cold air on my skin love so warm within you give my eyes reason to see stood inside the night I am free holding … Continue reading Reason To Breathe
Who Cares
Some days I sit at my laptop and genuinely wonder who the fuck I think I am.Who am I to write another blog post.Who am I to publish a book of my feelings.Who am I to believe that my stories, my poems, my tiny observations of love and grief and queer life deserve space in … Continue reading Who Cares
The Threads I Return To
People sometimes ask me, “Why do you write so much about love?” The truth is, love has been both my greatest teacher and my most painful wound, and it’s the one thing we all carry, no matter who we are or who we love. The same is true of grief: it spares no one, and … Continue reading The Threads I Return To
When Perfect Isn’t the Point
Everyone thinks writing a poetry book is about sitting in a café, scribbling beautiful lines into a notebook, and waiting for inspiration to strike. Sometimes, yes, in the beginning, that's exactly what it was like. But the truth is, writing a book is equal parts, joy and chaos, and for me, often more chaos than … Continue reading When Perfect Isn’t the Point
Happiness Is Hard to Write
Funny thing, I’ve written thousands of words about heartbreak, bad dates, messy breakups, you name it. Pain flows onto the page like it has somewhere to go. Writing it feels natural, urgent, even necessary. There’s a rhythm to it, a momentum, feel it, bleed it onto the page, repeat. Happiness? Not so much. Since getting … Continue reading Happiness Is Hard to Write
Second Books and Breathing
and...breathe. I have been learning how to breathe again. Not the automatic kind, but the slower kind, stepping away from people’s noise, not getting involved, holding back my energy on my days off, just being with myself, and of course my husband too. Trying to find some peace, or at least work towards it. I … Continue reading Second Books and Breathing
The Exhibition
I did something recently that scared me in the best possible way. I put on my first exhibition. The Life and Death of Love became more than a book for a few weeks. I painted the cover across a wall, scattered autumn leaves across the floor, and let birdsong play in the background. Framed photographs … Continue reading The Exhibition
Quiet, it’s October (poem)
Autumn leaves fall silently. As silent as my lips have been lately. As quiet as my soul, not subdued just still. Letting those around me unravel with the wind. I stay silent. I turn inward with the curling leaves. And I breathe, so deeply, peacefully. Calm inside a world turned orange and gold. Nothing but … Continue reading Quiet, it’s October (poem)
To Love Like The Weather (poem)
Golden, light beams through my soulSoaking, rain falls liquid goldFeelings, deep like thunders roarLoving, hot heat lightning scorched Some days, love arrives like a change in the weather.Unannounced.Unruly.Unforgiving. It doesn’t ask.It doesn’t knock.It bursts into your life, trailing golden light and drenching you in something so radiant, you forget what it felt like to be … Continue reading To Love Like The Weather (poem)
Ryon Maverick 