Hi, I’m so glad you’re here! This started out as a small writing blog but has developed a horrifying (^jk) life of its own over the past two years, so it was about time I just faced the facts:

A Sandman Blog it is!

I organised the links and tags to all my Sandman stuff for you to make it easier to find your way around.

I love getting asks, about analysis, about my fics, prompts or generally just to chat, so see this as an encouragement to slide into my inbox…

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Lucifer Morningstar—Ormolu

Full Source:

(For “A Poem A Day” March 2025, prompts by Laura Greaves & Kathy Parker. Complete Collection here).

I’ve made it through 31 poems in 31 days! And the last one simply had to be The Light of Stars themed (there was another one on day 6 though). So without further ado, one for Dream, one for Thalia…

like water

I flow between consciousness and fantasy

never quite captured

never entirely free

I am the garden

where forgotten memories bloom

and future hopes take root

—they flourish in darkness

when you wake

fragments of me cling to you

like morning dew

vanishing too quickly

in the harsh light of day

you try to make me real

before I disappear

but dreams

like love

are meant to be held lightly ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

absence fills a room

like water rising slowly

drowning what once was whole

I wonder how many times

a dream can end

before it stops hurting but

I am beginning to understand

how to let go

of what was never mine to keep

you now exist only in these fragments

between consciousness and dawn

memories that my mind refuses to surrender

and maybe that's all a dream really is—

the place where what we've lost

continues living

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(For “A Poem A Day” March 2025, prompts by Laura Greaves & Kathy Parker. Complete Collection here).

there are mornings when I watch you

from the doorway,

your body curled like a question mark

in sheets that once seemed too big for you.

nobody tells you how motherhood

is mostly preparation for absence.

how each milestone is both celebration

and quiet grief.

in the meantime, I practise phrases like

"I trust you" and "it's your decision",

even when my throat tightens

around the words.

you asked me yesterday if I would be sad when you leave,

and I said yes, but

what I didn't say is that I've been rehearsing letting you go

since the day they placed you in my arms for the first time.

in the meantime, I learn to love

the space growing between us—

how it fills with your becoming,

how it teaches me a new kind of closeness.

this too is motherhood:

the slow unclenching of fingers,

the gentle release of breath

while watching you

turn toward your own horizon.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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(For “A Poem A Day” March 2025, prompts by Laura Greaves & Kathy Parker. Complete Collection here).

there is a space

between what we know

and what we believe

it is where the truth hides

i carry doubt like water

in cupped palms

spilling with each step

they ask for proof beyond shadows

but have you ever tried

to measure the darkness?

some days

i am so sure i could build a home

on the foundation of my conviction

other days

i cannot even trust

my reflection in the mirror​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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Young Woman in front of a Bird Cage—Broncia Koller-Pinell

(For “A Poem A Day” March 2025, prompts by Laura Greaves & Kathy Parker. Complete Collection here).

once i carried

the weight of yesterday

it was heavy

and slowed my steps

and the voice

of doubt

that whispered

in my ear

reminded me

every day

of the wars

fought within

i released

each tear

and with them

went the ghosts

i left behind

the chains of what once was

and embraced

what could be

and the echoes

of what i left behind

simply became

the soundtrack to my freedom

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The Tempest?

John Watkiss—The Orange Cat/The Cat Prophet (page from The Quotable Sandman)

John Watkiss will always be one of my favourite comics artists, and I was genuinely sad when he passed (far too young). Have my Watkiss-love-declaration from last year’s March Mania, Watkiss art-tag included:

(For “A Poem A Day” March 2025, prompts by Laura Greaves & Kathy Parker. Complete Collection here).

the war inside me

leaves no survivors

i am both

the weapon

and the wreckage

pain seeps

through my skin

like invisible ink

i survive by forgetting

how to bleed

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Morpheus and Dora—Bilquis Evely

(For “A Poem A Day” March 2025, prompts by Laura Greaves & Kathy Parker. Complete Collection here).

the thing is, i've been collecting memories

like vintage postcards,

each one a landscape of what could have been,

edges worn, creases where my fingers

have traced the “might-have-beens”.

the thing is, forgiveness

is not always a bridge rebuilt,

sometimes it's just standing

on the other side

and breathing.

the thing is, life often feels like

a spiral of circling the same truth:

i am still here.

still turning pain into something

that resembles poetry.

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The Magician—Vertigo Tarot (art by Dave McKean, text by Rachel Pollack)