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
Tag: Poetry
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)
The Power Of Real Words
There is a reason that some words hit differently. Those words get spilled directly out of a mind, of a heart, a soul. They are real. I don’t write poetry for it to be perfect or to be revolutionary but for it to be honest and raw. They come from me, from something that is … Continue reading The Power Of Real Words
The Afterlife of Love
Eight months ago, I stood in a room full of flowers, candles and friends and said yes to Steve. Not the yes I whispered to boys who didn’t love themselves, let alone me. This was a still yes. A yes with real meaning. A yes that meant I finally knew the difference between longing and … Continue reading The Afterlife of Love
The Fear (poem)
Lock upon the bathroom door Crashing, screaming from behind Locked in fear upon the floor Message sent to no reply 2am, belongings gathered Right beside of your front door Venom spat into my face Get the fuck out, I want no more Petrified from rage ignited A part of you, you hide so well Beautiful … Continue reading The Fear (poem)
Ryon Maverick 