Category: art

the dance

one day the woman awoke
feeling strange.

dreams

i dreamed my name

i dreamed my mother

i dreamed i was a rotting log

the spider

the woman remembered
the swivel of shod hooves on the dusty road,
and running.

the woman

once there was a woman who lived alone

self-portrait with ghost

they hadn't spoken in 40 years.

“tell the story of a scar”

he had always been gifted at sports of all kinds /

assignment set by bridget

1. Choose a fairy tale that depicts a "wicked sister/step mother/witch". 2. Tell her story. *turn the stereotypiocal one-dimensional account on its head.

assignment set by marylou. I wrote baba yaga’s hut in response to this assignment.

assignment set by elena

At last

we are drunk for the first time
in the foothills
of cadair idris
fresh out of school where for five years they called us lemons
and dykes.

baba yaga’s hut

they come to me for the stupidest things.
/

An esperiment in doing one thing at a time.

Exploring and sharing the secret parts of ourselves (an ongoing project between my friend and I rooted in Emergent Strategy and Octavia Butler's Parables novels).

New year collage 2020

sea, ever changing, ever constant.
what do you know about mother?

you cannot know mother.

The Story of the Nether Largie Stanes

"Mooooooon!" Earth would call up into the darkness. "Gealllaaaach! Come down here and talk with me, for I long for a sister who understands me, and I feel you could be the one."