
I have been so good. Look closely, you can see a halo. It’s a little rotted at the edges but it’s still good, still good, it just means the meat… Read more.
there are no covenants between wolves and lambs, except ὠμηστὴς, eating-flesh-raw: would that I have your liver between my teeth. fear Read more.
I would have seen the claw marks that I left as evidence of my effort to scrabble at the handle and have it catch. I can’t make you love me/I… Read more.
And i called myself a poet as a child and, with similes and sighs, made love and closeness such a momentous thing and sex was an abstract predetermined that would… Read more.
Author’s Note: A poem about remembering all the flowers you’ve been given, and taken, and seeing them as you walk through meadows – half in dreams. The meadow Flowers are… Read more.
Author’s Note: Musings on how behaviour does not exist in a vacuum, and how we tend to tolerate far worse behaviour from family than we ever would friends. a product… Read more.
One of the petals falls off of the lilac in front of Fifteen and floats through the space between us. Read more.
I am a thorn, I am a flower, I am the taste of blackberry jam. I will come around every September and I will appear again and then I won’t… Read more.
Author’s Note: A short piece about disillusionment in my religion: when I was younger, I thought that anyone older than me would automatically not have any doubts, so seeing this… Read more.
Author’s Note: This piece was meant to create contrast between a far away, imagined idealised life and the cold grinding days that make up an ordinary life over generations. Early… Read more.
Author’s Note: This is a trilogy about recognising, coming to terms with and embracing a trans identity. I wanted to celebrate the creative nature of trans expression and how a… Read more.
