Whispers

she felt like home,
but my home
was a destitute palace
of mixed feelings
and misunderstandings;
how many hearts shattered
within the confines of our walls;
broken dreams
and bruised egos

another dance to be danced
without knowing how to lead;
we veered and teetered
occasionally finding our footing
in the form of hopeful futures
and faraway places

Crafting similarities
like one casts spells in the dead of night
we sought out reflections
in pools of half-truths
but like deer in headlights
we could never fully grasp
the vastness of the painting

Though heartache and held hands
we wanted to climb mountains
and break barriers
free us from ourselves,
with writhing realities biting at our heels

We burned each other at the stake
shot blame like bullets
hid in the caves of our hurt
incapable of reaching up and out
beyond the stories in our bodies

In time, perhaps we’d have seen
each other
been able to meet somewhere
in the middle
instead of losing ourselves
in the distance

© 2026 Tashi Palmo All Rights Reserved

Recovery and rebirth

It’s been a hot minute since I’ve published anything here, and I am finally taking the leap to choose faith over fear and to integrate all sides of my life into one.

Letters for My Lovers, at its inception, was a way for me to share my writing and feel a little less alone in the world at a time when I was feeling a crushing sense of isolation and loss. I was alienated from myself in ways that I could barely understand, and sharing this secretive part of my life was a source of great healing and joy for me. It made me feel alive and part of a community of writers and poets who, like me, had something to share with the world.

From the very beginning, my pen name was fraught with contradictions I knew would eventually catch up to me. Although I shared vulnerable things with the world, doing it behind the guise of an erotic, empowered “sex-witch” persona meant that I could hide behind something familiar. Lilith was always my armour, the part of me that kept me safe from having to show my sensitive gooey core and acknowledge the depths of my own humanity.

I held onto this blog like a blankie, and through all my trials and tribulations, I couldn’t let it go because I knew someday I would want to publish the poems I’d written here under my real name.

In 2023, my life shifted in the most unexpected way. My long-time relationship had an implosion of sorts, and within a week of that, I learned through a random DNA test that the man who had raised me wasn’t my biological father. I won’t go into too many details, but needless to say, my life (which was already rife with trauma) got turned upside down overnight. Shortly thereafter, I checked myself into an addiction treatment centre and began my journey of recovery from active addiction and refocusing my energies on healing the complex trauma that has always inhabited me.

In the years since, I’ve grown into a version of myself that feels closer to home than anything I’ve experienced before. I’m living a life filled with authenticity, in accordance with my values and principles, and I work hard every day to appreciate the privilege of rebuilding myself as a human being and of living my passions.

I have written countless poems since I last published anything here, and am working on figuring out how to keep these multiple sides of myself out and available. There will most likely be changes to this site in the coming months. I have yet to figure out whether to retire Lilith completely and begin publishing under my real name, or keep my poetry linked to her, since she is an essence of me, but I am overjoyed to be in a position where I’m no longer afraid to integrate Lilith into who I am today and continue to share my poetry with the world.

More to come soon, but in the meantime, you can learn a bit more about me here.

Eager to meet you all again. <3

Xo – Tashi