Amelia J. Blythe summer it didn’t rain: a note on grief and gender rolesWhen I arrived back home I carried with me two days worth of clothes and a premonition that stung like the twist of a knife in my stomach…Oct 3, 2022Oct 3, 2022
Amelia J. Blyif u knew me when i was nineteen no u didn’tHow bad does it sting to feel you are snapping?Sep 29, 2022Sep 29, 2022
Amelia J. BlyHappy Birthday №3Every year on my birthday, I write a poem. Some of them are unsuccessful, but Happy Birthday №3 has always been a favourite.Sep 26, 2022Sep 26, 2022
Amelia J. Blywhat to do when he calls you a teaseLie with him until his eyes go black. The party beneath you is boasting the warmth of 70s music like the siren call of a girl you buried.Sep 22, 2022Sep 22, 2022