Hello, I'm Dawnevyn River (he/they), a transmasculine poet living in a country carved from stories not of its own, where the light falls long and thoughts run deep. My work is rooted in the raw terrain of trauma, mental illness, neurodivergence, queer identity, and the quiet astonishment of simply being alive.

I began sharing my poetry on Hello Poetry in 2014, a teenager spilling truth into open space. Those early pieces, now archived, were a lifeline then. Today, I return with a steadier hand and a deeper voice - writing that reflects the growth, grief, and grace of adulthood.

These poems are both survival tools and love letters to the ordinary. I invite you to walk with me through the small, sacred moments we often overlook, and to find, together, a kind of beauty in the everyday.

Just a girl with
All the colours of the rainbow
Flickering behind her eyes.
The dullness of masks,
Of confusion,
Dulls the shine.
But when you look deeper,
Into her soul,
You see it brightening.
Ideas weave through like a river,
In the grassy fields of thought.
You see the hopes, the dreams, the fears,
Planted like seeds.
When she smiles,
The room lights up with the joy,
The sincerity,
Of the girl painted with all the colours of life.

Konnichiwa! My name is Kichiya. Most people find me distant at first but once you get to know me, you'll see that it's the other way around. I'm a direct person, I state what I have in mind without hesitation. Sometimes I hold back but I find it hard to keep what it needs to be addressed over protecting someone's fragile ego. With that, I may appear to be brutally honest, but I expect likewise. I love simple things in life, and I'm extremely thankful for what's upon and what I'm given. I love cooking and trying out new things. I'm always up for an adventure and meeting different kinds of people. I'm very easy going and I like making others laugh. Some people may find me a bit complicated but I'm not afraid to take the initiative. Generally, I’m a nice person but please don’t cross me or I’ll never look at you the same way again.

I do fancy anything that look better sketchy and unresolved in my eyes. Just like anything else when endowed with a sense of implicitness and mystery hanging in the air. Yet, If there is something I should state so early, I'm very reserved and I filter people that deserves to be kept in my life. I have nothing soulful to absorb from superficial connections, of any kind.

Theoretically speaking, I'm most probably not your usual cup of tea! I dislike (our) modernity. I swear. This isn't because I have any fetish going against the flow. Most people value harmony and coexistence in their life, so do I. Call me reactive if you want, but the times we live in feel to me completely cold, morally downgrading, highly narcissistic, and thus, bluntly disenchanted. Although I feel somewhat indifferent, I do not think that I should be melancholic about life anymore but rather be more enthusiastic for things this life on earth has to unfold  as long as I'm breathing. That said, I'm not closing my doors for possibilities.

Spy pigeon, oh spy pigeon,
perched high across my window
Bio engineered and slave,
Remote robot to unseen
master's master's whims
Chip in brain, camera in eye,
satcoms under its feathers
But Nature still reigns,
for here comes lady pigeon,
and off they flew and never return

Poet: Dropout, knot among the many cascading curls of my brainmatter— bipolar.
Stopped trying to get healed by doctors.   Stay low, go slow, laying out, cream blush.  Lemonade frozen like sorbet.

i'm thirty six now
thrice a rat
and i must say
it ain't that bad

you'd think i'd shed a tear
or two
but after all
the sky's still blue
the sun still shines
the rain still falls
my fam would even take my calls

i'm frens with cats
i'm frens with dogs
some people too
a couple hogs

i walk and saunter
skip and hop
taking my time
around the block

i'm looking back
and all i see:
those things i did
were meant to be

i'm looking forth
and realise:
you can't prepare
for each surprise
that life may throw
at you or yours
you can't predict
as to which doors
will blow wide open
unexpected
and which will ever
be protected

no key, no lock
how to get past?
to secrets guarded
fierce and fast...

another thirty six to live?
so full of joy, and toil, and grief...
or, one day, have just what it takes
to boldly go and up the stakes?..

mid-summer autumn
rat three times
feels good as hell!
unshod and blithe...