Poems That Injure is my creative haven for returning to the body, the wilds, and the collective in a society that entices us to isolation. Creativity is vital for our collective liberation. It’s a wonderful form of rebellion and resistance. And it’s an avenue for understanding ourselves within the greater collective.
I don’t think I’ll ever be the kind of person to niche-down. Some things you may encounter here:
Poems that injure, though not all of my poetry is injurious. There is some variety.
Wandering thoughts on somatics and embodied practices, via weightlifting, disability justice, grief work, abolition as a felt sense.
Reconstructions of family, ancestry, and culture alongside reconnections to animism, folk practices, and the wilds within the vehicles of Appalachian and Celtic heritage.
Slow media and artistic endeavors. Self-portraiture, hand-cut collage, dancing and singing.
Musings on good old-fashioned road trips. I do have a propensity for cross-country drives.
Chaotic receipt back writing.
Other unknowns.
Ultimately I want this space to be a place of connection, so feel free to reach out, leave a comment, connect. Reject this lonely-making society with me and come be a little weirdo.
