i want a pure blue summer i want a soft hearted lover i want sunshine in a jar drinking teardrops on a foggy spring
I am a mother to a necropolis of stillborn selves Thicket blooming from shedded skinsIf I am all rib I will make this land my Eden Consume fermented fruits ‘til I drown in the knowledge of beingMore than one girl at once but one girl all the same
Reading in Jack Kerouac Alley, The Rag Zine Publishing Reception (March 2019)
newborn baby drowning in the kitchen sink sing mother to the rising sunsing mother to the seeds drowning in their bedssing mother to the void breaching beneath the floorboards
Chapbook of poetry exploring the concepts of femininity, trauma, love, birth, death, and the empty spaces in between.