Last night I saw your ghost pedalling a bicycle with a basket towards a moon as full as my heavy head and I wanted nothing more than to be sitting in that basket like ET with my glowing heart glowing right through my chest and my glowing finger pointing in the direction of our home.

This is my body. It is no one's but mine.

Love is like sunshine. Sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there. I want to know that I'm here.

Someday we will dare to trade good for true

The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.

Sometimes the most healing thing to do is remind ourselves over and over and over, other people feel this too.

How many wars will it take us to learn that only the dead return?