Crocus buds emerging through the snow.

I am heading into danger

Danger in the anger

Danger on the davenport

Messenger in the sky

Hawk-hearted needs

Navigating no sound

No movement, no affect

Taking it all–into where?

My love of forests came from

Getting my needs met

Statements were questions

So I ran

And hid

And was…



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I want you gone from me.

I want to shape you as a monster, remaking you into lesser desire.

I want to feel your skin on mine as much as it tears me to think it.

I want peace in my heart as much as love in my body.




Helen Hazelmare

Helen Hazelmare

Writer of cautionary tales and curated essayist. Maker of stuff & things at (she/they + we/our/ours)