oh, i could tell it so many ways. Read more
a head start
with him barely
sipping the pale air Read more
«mother doesn’t give a shit.» Read more
baba yaga’s hut
they come to me for the stupidest things.
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my house will have no sign
you will not find it by name or number. Read more
sea, ever changing, ever constant.
what do you know about mother?
you cannot know mother. Read more
You are the tiny person, the cupped hand, and every moon
Linoprint and birthday poem for Em Read more