And I Write

[ breif but graphic descriptions of miscarriage, reader discretion advised ] There is a fading heartbeat.  It is dying.  You cannot end its ...

If I die at Pride, my name is Andi.  Do not call me Andrea, I hate the name; but to change it is danger and shame. If I die at Pride, my pr...

Some deeply personal rambling poetry for an early Halloween... because the scariest thing to be is honest. "Pain in the Neck" My...