R.C. Taylor

Joined July 2021

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I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.

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the house without chrysanthemums
There are no yellow chrysanthemums here, only memories of chrysanthemums climbing trellises too fragile to bear their weight.
By R.C. Taylor3 years ago in Poets
We Might As Well
There’s something about the way that we ignore our mental health and starve ourselves, feelings-anorexics too afraid to speak
By R.C. Taylor3 years ago in Poets
Undress Me
Writing poetry about my trauma sometimes feels like all I'm doing in this sweltering heat is dressing up my emotions,
By R.C. Taylor3 years ago in Poets
About My Chapbook: Cognitive Dissonance
Note: If you would like a content warning please scroll to the bottom of the page. Recently, I made a chapbook titled Cognitive Dissonance available to the world on a whim. It's only been a handful of days since publication, and a lot more people than I expected were suddenly interested in my little book of 20 poems. It was, honestly, unexpected—very unexpected.
By R.C. Taylor3 years ago in Confessions
magnolia blossoms and bamboo dreams
What happened to the sweet days where we watched each magnolia blossom open like a hand and tried to crack rocks open like eggs to find geodes
By R.C. Taylor3 years ago in Poets
I thought we were building stone castles
you admitted you wouldn't have cheated on me if I wasn't a Black woman and that day I showed you Lemonade since I thought it could say all the things I couldn't say
By R.C. Taylor3 years ago in Poets
Wars Without Words
Wise Wishing Well wearily watches wanting wanderers waste wishes while walking westward, without weighing whether
By R.C. Taylor3 years ago in Poets
To Say Goodnight
all my nightmares left their playgrounds in the dark to shadow dance in the light and I was left silver lining fishing for you in the sea of uncertainty in spite
By R.C. Taylor3 years ago in Poets
What ̶I̶ ̶w̶i̶s̶h̶ I did
one night you screamed at me until I had a panic attack and kept screaming ̶I̶ ̶b̶r̶o̶k̶e̶ ̶u̶p̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶,̶ ̶c̶a̶l̶l̶e̶d̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶b̶e̶s̶t̶ ̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶c̶a̶t̶c̶h̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶w̶h̶i̶l̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶s̶t̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶r̶e̶e̶l̶i̶n̶g̶
By R.C. Taylor3 years ago in Poets
And So I Do Nothing
stranded in my mind, childhood green now nothing but a gasping drought maybe if I strain I can hear myself over the deluge way my ancestors shout
By R.C. Taylor3 years ago in Poets
Cognitive Dissonance
It was a total eclipse of the heart the way we met that night during karaoke when you spilled vodka next to me while you were trying to flirt lowkey.
By R.C. Taylor3 years ago in Poets
Long Lonely
Lost life looking for lasting love and loyalty. Is it left to legend— the luminescent luster of limitless love and lenity?
By R.C. Taylor3 years ago in Poets