the naked ladies
I too believed // love was a sword
//understories//
poetry & prose about intimacy, about deep feelings and meaningful lived experiences, about the exquisite aches of living and loving and parenting, about memory, and portals, and time travel, and private underworlds
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god at geysir
this whole thing is about to explode //
origin story
my father was the sky //
field notes on becoming forty //
a love letter from the labyrinth
waiting for t coronae borealis to explode
violent & bonebright //
made of water
a geometry that curves //
how we mourn the dead
the algorithm does not grieve //
on beginning when the world is ending
"to open, to make space" //
the day a poet is murdered by ICE
in honor of Renee Nicole Good //
in therapy, I speak of the Devil
a new poem for the new moon in Scorpio