Author Archives: terpsichorean

About terpsichorean

Stephanie Ambroise is a nomadic writer, a rolling stone, collecting moss from all over to add to the beautiful tapestry of art that is her soul. Her poetry is a collection of all of the places she's been and all of the places she dreams to go. Finally summoning up the courage to tell her story, and being met with positive remarks and encourage, she's ready to shine and let her story stand right next to her, instead of hiding behind her.

i dont (episode 4: a breakout series)

i don’t remember the last time i remembered myself, caught the lobe of my ear dangling off a ray of the star, Sirius, loud and self-embracing me, i’m tired of the pick apart put together caused by self-explosion and the … Continue reading

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i don’t (episode 3: a breakout series)

i don’t have the will to wake some days, to rent another breath that compounds this loan when I already don’t make enough joy (i know my right eye twinkles with three less rays than that passerby) now, I’ve had … Continue reading

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i don’t (episode 2: a breakout series)

i don’t take risks anymore, i don’t sink my hands into the welcoming grit of moistened ground, i hope to be stopped by gold at my feet, afraid of dirty though my face is read, and my veins have blown, … Continue reading

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I don’t (a breakout series)

i don’t have any advice, i’m still glued to the sight of my beauty arrested in the wind, a shaky brown desperate for escape from a hungry nature ( I’m sure it doesn’t want to be seen like this ) … Continue reading

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Crossing

i arose at five, peeled a banana and hung it above your raising lids you got your first menses when the moon was waning       it was critical to rerun your growth as the moon carved itself away … Continue reading

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The Unheard Pain You Know

you know you didn’t birth the yolk of growth to a flower’s bloom, and you can’t wind-shake the thought of the plagiarization of scars from your skin this wound is copyrighted, but the world named me as velvet-tongued martyr these … Continue reading

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A New Site: For QTPOC Mental Health Resources

QTPOC Mental Health Resources A new site is launching that is combining resources and giving queer & trans people of color a chance to have a voice through art creation and essay writing. Any assistance you can think of, whether … Continue reading

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