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.

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.

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.