Untitled (Mother)
sea, ever changing, ever constant.
what do you know about mother?
you cannot know mother. Read more
a head start
i breathed
with him barely
sipping the pale air 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
my house will have no sign
you will not find it by name or number. Read more
dead rabbit
dora found a rabbit
near the tip 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 sea-wives
«mother doesn’t give a shit.» 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
bone stories
oh, i could tell it so many ways. Read more