"'My life as poem and prayer wherein making photos and writing poetry are holy alchemy for healing and social change."
Introspective and contemplative, Katharine Weinmann is a seeker whose reading of poets and philosophers shapes the container from which her words and images emerge, revealing beauty in her imperfect, sometimes broken, mostly well-lived and much loved life. www.awabisabilife.ca
Healing Vessel Poetry by Julia Jianski
CW: Risky Behavior, Mental Health, Self Harm, Strong Language
I like to watch my cuts scab over to remind myself my body is a healing vessel I destroy And I don’t know what I enjoy more the destruction or repair perhaps the cycle is what brings relief as the swollen red hot bumps of flesh dissolve into the faintest marks or brightest scars depending on their depth Perhaps I look at them and see forgiveness for despite the war I wage, on my own arms they still have grace enough to close the wounds I make
And why would my body do so?
After 10 years of the same old shit I’m surprised it hasn’t just quit on me thrown in the towel and abandoned ship “How ‘bout you close up your own holes, you bitch.”
Is what I think it’d say at least
But, somehow it doesn’t
Patiently it sends its lymphocytes to the site I have chosen to express my own resentment for the things I’ve felt or done
It doesn’t ask me questions
Like: “Why do you keep doing this to us?” “Has the pain been not enough?” “Who do you yearn to heal you now?” Each time I’d have a different answer to the last one depending on the fantasies that trapped my mind whether it’d be from a one-night stand or from a man that drained my life-force through his love But the traces of the violence remind me that the healer’s been within all along
A young poet based in Europe, Julia Jianski’s goal is to make beauty out of horror. @_tumbleweed_s (Instagram)