thistles, thorns and poetry

second-generation Scottish Canadian. survivor. chronically-ill, (sometimes) visibly-disabled writer and poet. new mama. author of "mo nighean: the universe inside the comma".

[thistlesthornsandpoetry]

[naturcs]

[abovearth]

[thistlesthornsandpoetry]

within this observation

do you feel small

or do you feel large?

[aesthetic-stories]

Harish Kumar

[whatinspiresdancaji]

[thistlesthornsandpoetry]

"...storms always are

a balm for sad and lost

and aching souls alike

thunder rages as the world cries out

rain drips down

down

down

down

onto the car that sits; still

in the dark, on the road

rain shining, crying

around them as they

watch the art of Storm

unfold...."

kaila gallacher, 'The Art of Storm' published in The Soapbox Press "Light" Anthology

[expressions-of-nature]

by Ranurte

[expressions-of-nature]

by Anton Koshetarov

[bread-and-roses-too]

fucking hate the "well it's not technically marriage inequality that disabled people can't get married without losing their benefits because no one's stopping you from getting married" yeah something is stopping us from getting married. Loss of medical care. Homelessness. Hunger. Death. I don't know how to tell you this but SSI is not a thing that you get because you could technically get a job but you don't feel like it. The process is awful, it's dehumanizing and it can take years even if you're clearly disabled. If you can work you do work, and if you can't work you can't afford to lose your "benefits". It's eugenics plain and simple, it came from a time where you could only fuck if you were married and they wanted to de-incentivize disabled people from fucking so we would stop existing.

[ryanthedemiguy]

This isn't an exaggeration, btw. This is literal and accurate.

They also keep the processing times long in an attempt to "weed out those that don't really need it" ie they die or go to work despite not being able to or else they'll die.

[thistlesthornsandpoetry]

100%

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To all my fellow zebras and complicated medical cases, can we just take a second to say that it is hard

some days it is damn near impossible

especially when those impossible days lead to impossible nights where

you wake up in pain, need to take meds, have to eat with said meds, dont want to eat, because you feel sick and have run out of gravol, but you are anyway which made you feel more sick all while the meds you took at 1:20 are not helping

still

at 3

the pain isn't managed nor is the myriad of other symptoms you are experiencing

*-*-*

and all this while i have to function well enough to take care of my new baby who keeps waking up in bed beside me

it's funny how this night edged in its hesitation and delirium can also be so unbelievably wonderful and unbearably precious

this is chronic-parenthood

8:14 February 5, 8 months week 1

[sedraboc]

[seaintoskye]

Jun Fujita, Ecstasy

Tanka; Poems in Exile, 1923

[thistlesthornsandpoetry]

Time immemorial

we've been weaving paths into the ground an ancient web fossilized in land

we've been overcome

throughout centuries as individuals

and as a species with the intoxication

of the other and part of that other is love

[thiskidhasheart]

[theroadunknown]

“I cannot tell you. It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language that is chiefly made by men to express theirs.”

— Thomas Hardy, Far From The Madding Crowd (via bookmania)

[whiskandwhittle]

[thistlesthornsandpoetry]

how morning's that start at 3 feel