once there was a woman who lived alone Read more

the woman remembered
the swivel of shod hooves on the dusty road,
and running. Read more

i dreamed my name

i dreamed my mother

i dreamed i was a rotting log Read more

the woman walked south
along the high cliff path Read more

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

on windy days the sea-wives would be busy with the boats. Read more