I imagine you are here because you enjoy poetry?

Let me tell you something before you get your hopes up.

I don’t make the kind of poetry that pretty young girls recite on TikTok.

I don’t make the kind of poetry that will cheer you up or make you feel gloomy on a foggy day.

I make the kind of poetry that feels like nails on chalkboard.

The kind of poetry that reminds you of your own shittiness.

The kind that nihilists don’t even want to read.

I use poetry to chill with my demons!

Who Am I?

I am Aneka. I mostly write poetry. But I also dabble in fiction. I have published three separate poetry collections over a time span of 15 years, which played a great role in my approach to processing trauma, depression, loss, and life-changing events throughout the years such as the birth of my daughter, interpersonal conflict, financial instability, mental illness, and the nagging search for connection in a world that is difficult to navigate for neurodivergent people.

In terms of writing literary fiction, I am interested in exploring new avenues of interpersonal and social interaction, coexistence and intimacy as well as illuminating the affectual experience of otherness. I am currently finishing a novel which is almost ready to be sent to publishers. I have finished poetry collections lying around the house which have not yet found their way into publishing houses, as most of my time is consumed by career-, work- and family life.

My creative work has really received the largest amount of neglect in the last 10 years, as I lack the time and energy to put into my creative endeavors. I am currently trying to build a more reasonable and healthy schedule which allows me to immerse myself in my creative work. I write poems basically every day, and either I keep them hidden in my notes on my phone, or I share them with friends and family.

I am an anarchist as well as an academic. My words are informed by knowledge and, therefore, the disillusionment that comes with that. My words stem from and are directed at what I consider to be a painful truth and, consequently, a neurotic society. I detest conformity, I don't recognize social hierarchies and despise coerced order. I believe, above all, that everything is desire, and a direct result of a fear of death and the disillusionement of it plus a desire machine built to commodify every aspect of our experience. I believe that some people at some point desired comfort enough to dominate others. And this addiction to comfort turned into a whole system which then had to be defended ideologically in order to cope with the truth.

More about me here: SPACE TRASH POETRY

If you like raw poetry from a disturbed mind…

You will love it here!