my house will have no sign
you will not find it by name or number. Read more
the landing
branta came that night. paddled right up beside her in a tree-trunk canoe, offering a name. Read more
self-portrait with ghost
they hadn’t spoken in 40 years. Read more
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. Read more
bone stories
oh, i could tell it so many ways. Read more
Untitled (Mother)
sea, ever changing, ever constant.
what do you know about mother?
you cannot know mother. Read more
women throwing things into fires
on any given night
whether the moon be bright
and fat
or a shadow of herself Read more
a head start
i breathed
with him barely
sipping the pale air Read more
You are the tiny person, the cupped hand, and every moon
Linoprint and birthday poem for Em Read more
baba yaga’s hut
they come to me for the stupidest things.
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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.” Read more
“tell the story of a scar”
he had always been gifted at sports of all kinds / Read more
the spider
the woman remembered
the swivel of shod hooves on the dusty road,
and running. Read more
the sea-wives
«mother doesn’t give a shit.» Read more