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

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

you cannot know mother. Read more

you will not find it by name or number. Read more

on any given night
whether the moon be bright
and fat
or a shadow of herself Read more

oh, i could tell it so many ways. Read more

«mother doesn’t give a shit.» Read more