A poem about the yearly struggle of switching to *summer wear.*
poetry
depression to-do list:
a to-do list for getting through my day when i wake up depressed
pyrolysis
all things born must bend
Antidote
Once more the venomous refrain comes to plague my weary brain.
A Random List of Confessions
A poem(?) about confessions.
Before and After
Before the pandemic.
Dark Days
Mid-autumn shrinking of days: waves of midnight blue lapping an island of grey cloud.
Why I only have panic attacks after the kids are in bed.
I dive so deeply into days flooded with motherhood...
Creative Process
My creative process is a bomb defusal in a crowded room where the people keep wandering by to peek over my shoulder.
Tomorrow
My every day is balanced on the knife point of panic.
Amy Notdorft 