When Winter cedes to Spring at last,
She leaves a wreck behind:
A disarray, a muddled hash,
The two of them entwined.
She fights for Spring to let her stay;
She doesn’t want to go away…
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The Weight of Quiet Hands
I closed my eyes, said not my war —
Their wounds, their pain, their care.
Yet silence breeds its quiet harm,
And mine was hidden there...
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The willow never wept for me,
not in those acres scorched by dread,
where switches crowned the orchard trees
and spare the rod was all they said...
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Inside, you will find a labyrinth in which you can lose yourself.
Then find yourself again.
The same as you always were, yet changed by the journey...
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... and here are 4 collections & anthologies of #NaturePoetry for #WorldPoetryDay2025 #WorldPoetryDay to get you in the spirit of things for the first days of #Spring! From #QueerPoetry to #BlackWriters, poets from #Australia to #Scotland - they all write about #nature seen with a poet's eye. 
She wouldn’t die, no not yet.
No place to dwell, no dimension,
except only one.
She found her home
in the masculine realm.
Not where she wanted, ...
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The Crocus not seen
as my identity.
Before spring,
transition begins,
a sign of hope.
My struggle,
against the surface,
to rise above,
a still cold world...
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What's that word
For when you arrive at a time that is
Bleaker than you imagined could possibly happen in the real world
And you know exactly how bad it is
And you feel almost overwhelming despair or grief or rage
And yet you are going along with your day-to-day and thriving,
And you feel almost overwhelming meaning and hope and love
And you know exactly how good it is
Better than you imagined could possibly happen in the real world
Especially during the time we have arrived in,
What is that word?
I’m lost at sea, in storm so fierce
The breakers threaten to immerse
My soul beneath their bitter curse.
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Shooting Stars and Origami Swans is a raw, unfiltered look at my trans experience. At a time when trans voices are under attack, our stories must be heard.
Love is vast. Love is infinite.
Glass Hearts & Broken Pedestals explores love beyond labels—emotional connection, intimacy, and the courage to love on our own terms.
"Bed days by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha
What were my mom's pain days like? Were they all of them? She didn't have weed, friends, a therapist, yoga, baths, Vicodin, T-3s, community acupuncture, fragrance-free or turmeric. She had wine, silence and a garden. She had hidden.
Sometimes I lie in bed on a pain day with my sick and disabled friends a finger swipe away, my twin canes, my partner who loves me my good bed, my nettles and my deep breaths, and still the pain in my knees and legs lives and shouts fire, and I wonder
if my disability is me feeling all the pain my mom never had a chance to feel finally safe enough to come home and talk to me."
— Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha: Tonguebreaker, p. 41
I’ve been biting off
More than I can chew
I’ve given so much of me,
I never even knew
Existed, to
Begin with...
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Wrote this inspired by a friend's post on Twitter. It's maybe a bit shitty since it's a first draft, but what do you think? Good enough to publish on my blog? 
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As a trans poet, I understand freedom comes not solely from visibility, but from creation—creating spaces where others can activate their own trans selves as well.
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Who created the first word, who gave it meaning,
Who, by taking a series of squiggles and swirls,
Turned lines and curves into words with meaning? ...
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speaking my deadname
across the years
that separate us
like ice picks lost
under glacial water...
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There’s nothing there for me
I’ve explored and found it lacking
The constant peace of mind
And the occasional euphoria
That evaded me in the past
I’m not going back...
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Do you remember the night I told you
That my best friend could fly?
He had been so tired that day
And he told me to stay
On the phone because he had something to say...
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Do you know
the strength
of the pansy? ...
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