I: The Peak I open my eyes; wide stretching and screaming; reaching out with small, alien fingersclosing around her own, as outside of the windowsub-tropical winter rainpelted — signaling my way home. My name is Darcy KeimI was born in 1992on the midst of the Peak — overlooking the Pearl Harbour. I was a Hong… Continue reading “My First Love”: A Love Letter to Hong Kong (2023)
Venlafaxine, mother’s ruin —and out of my head you go. I am afraid it is too late to put your foot down, stand up straight,and say, “No.” I am withdrawing so fast, beyond a track: I have forgotten how to act. My mask is splintering instraight lines — for a bisexual,this is a one of… Continue reading “Cola for Breakfast”: A Poem (2023)
Bipolar, begone! Borderline, adieu!Living under false names for years spirals the fear that I have adapted myself to a series of hurricane hospitals — wrapped up in cognitive cotton wool to be understood, therefore misunderstood I was judged and passed onby many a psychiatric mind. All of which, I am sure,were doing their best to… Continue reading “I am diagnosed Autistic”: A Poem (2023)
I‘Lesbian’ is nota dirty word.But “coming out”is to risk abrutal reality checkan awareness to theworld-widecultural hijack –framing the “Lesbian”within heterosexuality and by this I mean“girl-on-girl”being a fast-typed entryin any pornographic spacewhilst sapphic womenstatistically face ahigher percentageof homelessnessand rape –but our human rightsare not atthe forefront of your interest,not with one handdown your pants as Itravel… Continue reading “Sappho’s Daughters”: A Poem (2022)
IIt took me anage –nestled in a strangearray oftears, shame, and denial;circling like animals,preyingon the sound – hummingfrom within an acheto digest and acceptthis love I havefor other women.You could sayI tried dimmingthe light –pinching the signalbetweentwo fingers;prints stubbedfrom years ofthis ritual –like early morningjam on toast,or keeping your headabove waterwhen rocked gentlyby the ocean.But… Continue reading Heteronormativity: A Poem (2018)
There is no Christmas cheer!No, not for this year. With Covid so intimately breathing,masks on, and yet we are kneeling at100,000 infected in a day — andthat’s just the U.K. Carol singers cough and spluttertheir infectious spit lining the gutter — Omicron in their lungs. It is no wonderthat we are wrung up the flagpole,… Continue reading “A Very Covid Christmas”: A Poem (2021)
They are trying to distract uswith this global chaos —trying to undermine our humanitywith their attempts to play us. Those of us who bury our heads,will be the first ones leftfor dead — and that cannot be deniedwhen history begins with a rhyme: “Those who ignore history,will be doomed to repeat its mystery.” Earth upon… Continue reading “And Like a Pearl”: A Poem (2021)
I just want chocolate:it is the season after allto get bloated — on the sugar that is designed byfestive creative minds. But my brain says no. “Chocolate will add to the weight that you havebeen strict on losing to thisdate — don’t slip and slideor you will lose progress.” So I continue to eat less.Under… Continue reading “I just want chocolate…”: A Poem (2021)
The rubber-band snaps backinto place, I feel for my limbs, my fingers,my hands, feet — and I haste to tell the good news to those I love that the lights are back on! It will be as if I had nevergone: back into this body,this mind, I have thrownthe storm. I have survived anothermonth, and… Continue reading The End of Premenstrual-Dysphoric Disorder: A Poem (2021)
I see your swan-like neck,and hear the lightning of your laughter —as you turn and blaze thatcoy smile, your head tilt as if to say: “Come after…“ You dart through the woodswith the innocence of a doeon the run,wishing to be captured — be careful, one day you willno longer be enrapturedby this dance of… Continue reading “Why did Anne Boleyn have to die?”: A Poem (2021)
"Darcy is a Bipolar" 