Moonrise Literary

You Showed Me I Can Be Me

everything goes, certainly, eventually, slowly

Fear and loathing in my body

I wake to an empty house.
It’s dark in here.
It’s as if the lights are on but no one’s home. Yet all I can…

Season’s Greetings

I always know it’s coming and still I never see it arrive.
It always starts off slow, like how the weather starts to cool…

Girl, Running

Must you still run,

With seasons far behind,

Losing Me

Losing Me

I am supposed to write a poem about loss.

Fighting Depression with the James Hoffmann Method

Boil the water.

Levain

A poetry series on bread — Part Two.

Dough

A poetry series on bread — Part Three.

After The Storm

Content warning: abuse.

I am lying in bed, my new bed. This is the fifth boarding school I have gone to…