Woke up on Women's Day to my youngest peeing on the bedding I specifically washed yesterday so I wouldn't have to do house work on Women's Day, and I feel like that about explains what it's like being a woman. Someone's always pissing on my work.
#womensday
I don't have a high pain tolerance. I have a high threshold for pain without treatment. Don't call me brave. Truth is: unless I have a broken arm or open wound, it's nearly impossible to get taken seriously in a medical setting as a woman when pain is the primary symptom.
The Catholic Church pushes virginity. Hollywood pushes youth. Both have been revealed as complicit in grotesque levels of organized child abuse. The way out is through not only justice and accountability but also rejection of the infantilized standards we've all been force fed.
It's wild to me when people claim to be simultaneously honest/raw/sensitive and apolitical or uninformed/unbothered with current events. That type of “sensitivity” just reads like vulnerable narcissism to me.
Horror is so IN right now (poem by Vironika Wilde). Literary agents and film directors are hungry for gore and romance. That's where the money is. Swoon-worthy makes sense. Escape your one-sided relationship with your man or cat. Tingles. I get it. You do you. But blood? Terror? Death? Isn't there enough horror in the news? Who the hell is trying to feel more afraid?
I've been querying for the past year and would not recommend it unless you want a shattered ego. Also so confused who is reading horror in this horrific world. If that's you, explain yourself in the comments. I just don't understand.
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#poetry #amquerying #WritingCommunity
Having 2 toddlers is humbling. They have no impulse control, no empathy, and a poor understanding of physics. It's a circus every day, and I'm not as patient as I thought. Must evolve into a better mom instead of devolving into a short-tempered, red-eyed, frizzy-haired nightmare.
Read more on my latest Substack article: "Call Me Crazy But I Don't Want Inner Peace Right Now."
open.substack.com/pub/vironika...
#writingcommmunity #substack #NoPeaceWithoutJustice
How strange that we
equate #dark with twisted
when bright white sheets
cover the deplorable and the dead
#vss365 #poetry
Zero amber alerts for Epstein victims and indigenous kids. Get your loud fakery off my phone.
#poetry #everychildmatters #EpsteinFiles
I wish I read something just like this ten years ago.
open.substack.com/pub/vironika...
#mentalhealth #recovery #healingjourney
There is too much
real #blood spilled daily
in the name of "progress"
for me to use bleeding
as a metaphor
in my poems.
#vss365 #poetry
RIP Alex Pretti, Renée Good, Keith Porter Jr, Jaime Alanis García, Silverio Villegas González, and countless others assaulted and murdered not just by ICE but also by fascism that only got this far because the people who looked like Alex and Renée thought they were safe. #poetry
When the rejections compliment your writing and encourage you to keep querying, you know you're on the right track 🙃
#amquerying
I will not #veer
from this long
and difficult path
because I know
the road back
is longer
than the one
to life's next
intersection.
#vss365 #poetry
The query trenches are not for the weak. And I am weak. I'm postpartum. I'm sleep deprived. I have a baby and a toddler and way too many headaches. But I'm here. And I'm not leaving until I get my manuscript the cheerleader it deserves.
#amquerying #WritingCommunity
There's nothing like revealing your truly authentic self—the one that is sometimes raging, often irritated, sometimes crying, often unwilling to do what it's told—and hearing crickets from the very people who once dubbed you honest and all your words #heartfelt.
#vss365
When we #stoop to casual apathy,
as the system begs us to do,
that is a type of violence.
#vss365 #poetry
She was a poet.
She was a mother.
She was murdered.
I know what I saw.
#ReneeNicoleGood
whom was I fooling
silencing my melody
to sing off-key
in this deafening #symphony
muffling my heartbeat
to march off-beat
in this mandatory parade
my biggest fool was me
#vss365 #poetry
I am so sorry for your medical costs. The USA is a horrible, dystopian place. And seeing your accomplishments as a writer makes it even more sickening. We don't have Venmo in Canada though. You have a PayPal link?
Literally a publication for eight-year olds 40 years ago
Querying is one thing. Querying postpartum with two under two is a special kind of hell. Please tell me someone out there knows this feeling.
#amquerying #WritingCommunity
#Poetry is medicine.
First, brew it for yourself. Then, share it with others who might need it.
Refuse to edit? Can't brew a potent potion. Can't heal yourself.
Refuse to share? Can't spread your medicine. Can't support others just by existing.
Keep writing. Keep editing. Keep sharing.
#Abstraction is not only
a safety net
for our too-real details,
it is also
a megaphone
for our too-complex emotions.
Some wounds
bleed art
to heal.
#vss365
As someone with a relative in forensics, I know too well that people #shoot and stab each other this time of year. Turn on local news, suicide and murder. Turn on world news, starvation and genocide. It may not seem like enough to just eat and #survive today, but it is.
#vss365
We
(as in, those whose
wreckage
is only metaphorical)
must win the #fight
against apathy
for those
whose wreckage is dangerous
and censored
and real.
#vss365 #poetry
Each time I feel
my rumbling belly,
may I be #humble
and remember
the starving children
and protesting prisoners.
#vss365 #poetry
minutes turn to hours
gratitude is noticing
life's mundane magic
#vss365 #poetry #haiku
What is a poem
if not a #memory captured
or an idea immortalized?
#vss365 #poetry
Some people don't want to bring kids
into this greedy, heartless world.
Every generation plays #successor
to the problems of the last.
But children are more than
the dysfunctions they inherit.
Those small, curious eyes:
irreplaceable beacons of hope.
#vss365 #poetry
