June 24, 2020 Tanya C

There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.

June 18, 2020 Tanya C

let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences

May 26, 2020 Tanya C

I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I’m here.

January 2, 2020 Tanya C

I talk to God but the sky is empty.

December 24, 2019 Tanya C

I may never be happy, but tonight I am content.

December 16, 2019 Tanya C

There was a beautiful time…

November 15, 2019 Tanya C

I was my own woman.The next step was to find the proper sort of man.

October 9, 2019 Tanya C

The blood jet is poetryThere is no stopping it.

October 3, 2019 Tanya C

I have stitched life into me like a rare organ

September 18, 2019 Tanya C

God, who am I?

August 8, 2019 Tanya C

Poetry at its best can do you a lot of harm.

July 20, 2019 Tanya C

I’ll never speak to God again.