Vickye Fisher Blog

SPRING CLEANING

I’m caught between trying to squeeze
out the poetry in my mind, like
precious little droplets of liquid
gold glittering in the sun

and going the fuck to sleep.

There I go again. Trying to make
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JUDGED

I quite like the idea of retreating. The art of being mysterious, it was never my strong suit. It seems daring and superior, but most of all it demands that others come to them. The Mysterious One lies[...]

CHASE AFTER LOVERS

Note to self: don’t chase after lovers
who do not care for your love;
you will only run until your legs crumple underneath
gasping for air as they speed ahead
never stopping to look behind.

They[...]

WAITING

I haven?t slept well all week.
I?m waiting for a letter that will decide my fate
decide how worthy I am
of financial compensation for being mentally ill
what a strange,[...]

BELIEF

TRIGGER WARNING: depression, anxiety, mental illness, childhood, relationships

(this isn’t really poetry but it’s vaguely poetic prose from the depths of my illness)

I feel like he doesn?t[...]