fiona goodwin

Taking off a mask feels like a death Revealing something new and something that was always there but couldn’t be seen. To uncover my heart,…

I have spent a good part of my life either preparing for leaving, in the act of leaving itself or being on my way to…

I don’t want words. I want indiscernible sounds instead of verbs and nouns. I want eager, ravenous fingertips igniting a nucleus- insatiably longing to absorb…

After running into walls Over and over and over again After walking on painful paths With thorns being pressed into your skin After doubting yourself…

Always think of others first Was the mantra in my home You must die to yourself Said The church (my other home) I skirted around…

Remembering……. I remember the taste of you on my lips, as I see the sun kiss the sea, reminding me of frosted icing.    I…

The days melt into each other As day turns to night Sickness means Isolation Then comes The thinking Of one who reaches in Whose hand Has…

Phineaus Gage that’s me Without the annoying encumbrance of an iron rod through my occipital orb (well you know a Railroad tie would have been…

Live your life to the fullest and never stop creating it The path that began when YOU took your first breath on this Earth, is…

Pain and sorrow From another time Made up my mind That this is how it would always be But an invitation Arrived today To a…

She was gloomy within Blank on the surface Empty and foolish Sad and alone But i was always there for her But somewhere within The…

What we do to avoid the pain: We look at ourselves as 3rd person’s twice removed for which we are chemicaly altered and soothed. With…

“Time, thus far, has been merely a measure of steps successfully navigated—one beguiling, sometimes treacherous rung at a time. The silence within the moments of…

Watching the soft summer rain Pouring down with grace from above Cleaning up the dirty world From inequality and shame Listening to it While sorrow…

Say Our Name Fiona came Funny, sweet Soul-giving Venerating Hope & Joy While sharing Presence. We showed up Heart Ablaze Hilarious and Sweet. Vicky Garvey…

I have beome a nameless face invisable to the human race my tears are empty flowing streams of backward foolish dreams of trying to fit…

Being transgender defines it’s own loneliness. The pain of being transgender is almost indescribable. The loneliness, the sadness, the guilt, the shame, the anger, the…

Gifts to treasure Bring so much pleasure. If we do not measure The weight of a feather. Come sit by me and be free. Underneath…

A very British lesbian Is written on my mug You can’t see that it’s written backwards It’s so you can read it Cos the camera…