To my friends, for always listening & freeing me a little more each day

I don’t often speak about being mentally abused, but this is about more than just me. For all those who have suffered in skin or in spirit, no matter what shape your scars take: you are a survivor, I am touched every day by all that you are, and you are never, ever alone.


consonants cause traffic jams

in the rush

for release


their white ridged confines

elbowing aside luckless scowling vowels

& artificially flavored filters

while whispering syllables

hatch an escape plan

over by bitter and sweet

i feel them tumbling around my tongue

an emotional recipe for uncertainty

mixed with the heady brew

of pain/trust/fear


trailing meteor tail memories

the words spill out into the

suddenly frozen air

and i find myself



White Helmets

An original poem by Nicole Edry

 Dedicated to all the lives lost + devastated by the ongoing Syria conflict


look away

there’s nothing to see here

the conflict in Syria

is just one more

socially strained segment

soaked in fluff

+ presented as news

not a ruthless brute force ripping away

life, bones, blood + hope

from people

whose only crime

is daring to live

and even more despicably,

wanting to do so

with souls that are free

but since we already have ours

we can’t be bothered

to care

so we change the TV

to something

easier + shinier

Turn Your Head.

You Are A Witness,

Not A Bystander.

tear away

the gilded guilt-ridden

blinders of complicity

+ the suavely polished mask

of cultured indifference

we have played this game already.

pretended not to know

when they were rounded up in camps,

driven down in the streets,

shot quietly in the woods

in the name of progress

we can no longer don the

artificial rose glasses

of willful ignorance

the entire world is exposed,


+ the bravery of a few

is not enough

to redeem

the silent cowardice of many

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