- Hello, I'm Kirryn Lia Todd! I'm a faeriepunk pioneer, indie author, and poet from Queensland, Australia. I write magical realism and urban faerietales. I spend most of my time travelling through words and collecting the prettiest ones. This is my blog. Find out more?
Monthly Archives: April 2012
maybe ever after
once more (with feeling) let us complicate things strangle ourselves with good intentions unintentionally make the same mistakes over and over like a good song stuck on repeat the shine wearing off little by little until the noise becomes grating … Continue reading
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what comes of spadeheart
i took apart the necklace you sent me snipped the spade-shaped clasp into four parts one for each time you broke my heart clipped the heart pendant free from 22 gauge tarnished silver wire pulled apart every single interlocking white … Continue reading
鏡 (kagami)
you said I didn’t look like myself in that one photo and I just shrugged. the bitch I have to battle with in the shards of the mirror was right there, though, laughing at you.
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1998
it was a long time ago, I was cradled in the warm arms of possibility, writing letters to you and spending hours and hours on the phone when our parents thought we were asleep. it was a year of outsiders … Continue reading
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Goetia
you opened your mouth and another man’s voice issued forth chilling my blood, freezing me where I stood catching a fire at the core of me and keeping it for days when it rained. you open your eyes, and I … Continue reading
Brisbane
she sinks her hooks into your heart, all right. beneath summerstained skies, she is fade-resistant in the sunlight and at night, bright and shimmering in jewel-tones and swathes of secret light glittering along the edges of the river, which whispers, … Continue reading
Dancing
Don’t think. Just move. Just breathe in and Dive into the visceral thudding of the heart, and the beat of Drums, the uncoiling of the whispering serpent Deep in your spine, that twists upward and turns to Decadent light, seven-coloured … Continue reading
other people's pain
There is a very great secret I must hold now. Burdensome, violent, vicious. It bleeds.
on trying to live without music
it’s not difficult or so you think until there is silence rolling about in your ears just like a startled slater and just as comforting Two poems today, to make up for not posting yesterday due to medical issues (yet … Continue reading
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antifairytale
this is the new world what is wrong with you? princesses don’t sleep helpless in high towers fingers don’t get pricked on any spindle or needle a dashing prince won’t save you, or wake anybody with a kiss nobody’s growing … Continue reading →