Category: writing

  • Day 13: a day late

    a poem in which my wild escapes into the woods escapes or is born —body trembles slick with viscera newborn long-limbed and yearning already in the bright morning lighta tangle of donn waves casting amber rainbows in her gold eyes rosebud lips, freckles or mud? between her toes moss spreads, a velvet shoe to enchant…

  • Day 12: blackout

    a forestmy body betrothedlost tomyself swallowthe beauty inside