An Autobiography in Haiku Form

A dominatrix
nesting in the space between
lover and fighter

Survival Tactics

Turn your demons into masks
and use them to scare yourself
into getting your shit together

Turn your fears into fishing poles
and learn to feed yourself for a lifetime

Turn your regret into a weapon,
a broadsword or ray gun,
hold it to your own throat
when you feel yourself giving up
hold yourself hostage
until you make yourself proud

Negative Nancy/mental institution

"I'm pretty sure you belong in a mental institution."

Skin to Skin is out!

I am published in the second issue of Skin to Skin: The Art of the Lesbian. Check it out! It's a really pretty magazine with lots of beautiful poetry in it. I highly suggest it to all my queer lady friends. 

It's available in print or digitally. Here's the link where you can find it: Skin2Skin.

*Side note: There are few feelings better than seeing poems that you wrote about exes who now hate you in print in a gorgeous magazine.

what it means to be in pieces

You have never

truly loved until

you have come

to understand the

plight

of the puzzle

ripped into jagged

pieces separated from

her soul mates

by the beast

known only as

jigsaw

The Collector

I collect poems

like pennies

plucked from

the cracks

of sidewalks

I keep them

in jars

with holes

piercing

the metal lids

just in case

petal-plucked and rootless

My scanner is such a piece of shit. I really need to invest in a new one. This is a rainy day drawing. Ink and watercolor on paper. 

A Theory of Evolution, a poem by Alice Urchin

The audio and video don’t sync up perfectly, which makes this kinda weird (especially because it’s such a somber topic), but the audio is really the important part, so I’m still posting it in hopes that you’ll be able to ignore the weirdness. 

This is a poem I especially felt I needed to write after all of the (mostly horrifying) coverage of the Steubenville Rape Case.