four years without touch a fast a slow an unwinding of threads bound so tight that I could not tell my hair from the strings they had tied to me to hold me in place four years without touch a forsaking a thaw frozen from too much tenderness the kind that leaves you numb swimming… Read More

The knife edge that drips from deft hands fileting fish that come to wind and tangle muscle memory into your every fibre the blood that courses through your womb a lake of stories you tend to every month you are rage and grief and fire you bleed & you remember the searing pain of kohkom’s… Read More

gather up the moss clean the corners, but not too much leave things for comfort of the little creatures the other beings sweep up dust sneeze it towards the sun sweep your hands across this expanse this little nest which you have fought so hard to build consider, briefly the warmth of the day hug… Read More