dora found a rabbit
near the tip
Category: words
Dora
it is not a friendship,
not a business transaction,
not a love affair,
not a baby.
mugwort
do not underestimate
the space i will claim.
women throwing things into fires
on any given night
whether the moon be bright
and fat
or a shadow of herself
bone stories
oh, i could tell it so many ways.
a head start
i breathed
with him barely
sipping the pale air
untitled
it is the day the spiders hatched.
my house will have no sign
you will not find it by name or number.
geese
the landing
branta came that night. paddled right up beside her in a tree-trunk canoe, offering a name.
the boat
on windy days the sea-wives would be busy with the boats.
the sea-wives
«mother doesn’t give a shit.»
the port
the woman brushed the wet sand from her dress. the pair walked on in silence
the fog
the woman walked south
along the high cliff path
the dance
one day the woman awoke
feeling strange.
dreams
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 /
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.
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Untitled (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."
