The heart’s barricades are open.Sailing tomorrow. The quiet neighbour, darkBut for nativity in the far corner.......

Crows flyfrom the tunnelof her tongueless mouth,aliens in theland of the sun The girl with the......

Walking into my poem she sat like a metaphor on hunger, her child slung on her......

They decided to do just that. The three rolled on the ground by the shadow of......

It’s the tree,’ said the dryad shortly.‘What’s it doing?’ said Rincewind.‘Living.’    -Terry Pratchett and the eyes. the......

It’s the tree,’ said the dryad shortly ‘What’s it doing?’ said Rincewind ‘Living.’...

How rapturous, this dance of light on leavesThe wild storm in the shal forest makes my......

Forthcoming in the book “My Body Lives Like a Threat” by FlowerSong PressIn response to honour-based......

Fear maturedin my mouth like concrete.I couldn’t twirlmy tongue;it was stuckin my dialect.Householdtruisms thatyou find whatyou......