Anger as an Ally

Anger is a dirty word. Somewhere between political correctness and passive aggression, it was decreed that outright rage must be channelled. Reframed. Somehow remade into something less confronting and more palatable. Woman particularly, schooled not to make a fuss, are still shamed for the expression of our anger. Witness the disparity between how the sexes…

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Screaming Retrograde

Oh my frustrated little darklings, staring into the abyss and not feeling like now is quite right to jump. Correct you are. Tis not the time to leap nor snark nor spiral back into any previous pit o’ shit. The early days of our post eclipsia evolution are often fraught and unfamiliar, filled with crippling…

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Cry You A River

When was the last time you had a good cry? A proper ugly cry, all tears and snot and strange noises in the back of your throat as your body is finally allowed through the locked gate of your heart. Do you ever really truly allow yourself to feel deeply into all that you have…

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Poetry Friday: Women’s Rage

If there is a trickier subject for the world to navigate sans euphemism or apology than the white hot rage of a woman, let me know. It is a huge part of my work because wrangling it, learning to understand it without being consumed by its fire and alchemising its lead into gold has been…

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