Creation is Best Bound
Put me on the mantle; spread me open over tea …
The Proverbial Daughter
A system with no ventilation quickly dies— and you, my love, do not want to die. So speak.
Letters on Love
Self begins exactly like that paragraph ended … with a question, an inevitably shifting question and outcome.
Sainted
I ain’t never been pure white. But I sure as hell ain’t bloodied and scared beyond the usual.
Mother Mo(u)rningstar
I’d sing for you… If i had a better time off this page. Scream to see it through…
Living in a Nightmare
Murder and genocide are NOT patriotism. It’s dominance. Erasure is a play on power, and America does the shit well.
Put me on the mantle; spread me open over tea …