HeyJaredThe Ephemeral
Lesbian, writer, photographer and artist. Writing about my queer experience, mental health, books and the Anthropocene. I am a person with a penchant for hope. Who grips good news like gold.
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A Map of New Bruises Each Day (opens the original)
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I follow her across the dirt carrying tools and making notes of the pieces that come to mind as she brushes away the dust. Broad sunlight filters through dense pine and a gentle wind flicks papers from the notebook I am holding. We talk about the food we will eat later and I study the pale yellow, red, blue bruises that, apparently, keep on appearing no matter where I am. She has taken to drawing them each morning. A study of hands. A new map of bruises each day. I pose, palms flat against the s
Resolutions for a New Year All My Own (opens the original)
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I am a birthday person. I love to celebrate, I love an excuse to gather my beautiful friends and do all of my favourite activities. I love to eat all my favourite foods. I love to think about the year that’s been, my own personal new year. A time of reflection and joy and a centring of myself. I plan my favourite things, I eat my favourite foods and I always tell people about my excitement because I will not weaponize someone not knowing how much I feel about this day.Every year since I turned 2
Grief is an Impending Wave (opens the original)
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Grief is a wave on my horizonAn oceans worth of waterI do not know with what force it will crashCannot tell how close its rolling massI shake in its shadowKnow that it will not be gentleThat there is no shelter to takeI used to dream of tsunamisWatch them roll in on the horizons of my sleepFeet locked stillTerror swirling in the pit of my stomachI will it to be over alreadyFor the water to slamKnock me downSo I know what it is to bare its weightBut when it crashesShe will be goneAnd I want nothi
I’m Not Allowed To Kill Myself (opens the original)
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I beg for death in the intermission || hope the plane goes down || pray that pain in my chest is deadly || wonder || hope || that the car will crash and I wont survive it || I’m not allowed to kill myself but can I pray for death?Is wading in the waters of my wishes taboo too?Will my pain addled body hide something catastrophic || keep it camouflaged until it’s too late || and I go out || another ache like any other || except this one is worse || spells the end ||I’m not allowed to kill myself b
Things That Are Lesbian Because I Say So (opens the original)
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Inspired by the writer who inspires me the most ’s post which you must read before reading mine, quick quick, I’ll be waiting.....<img class="embedded-post-publication-logo" src="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!rVn1!,w_56,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%
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