Declaration
I wanted to ‘write write’ but a poem will suffice
The Choiceless Choice
These days myth is what I’m thinking with each object
Scars
I just had the most unexpected spam come into my
Creative Cauldron
I’m seven days out of a six-week creative ritual of
Blood Matters
Blood Matters Until the whole
The Temple of the Moon
The Temple of the Moon
Listen
Listen If we were to listen
Oh, Pleiades
Oh, Pleiades The moon rose over
Hiding
The world is
Soul
I’ve fragmented myself