This poetry is ash burnt from impure expression of my living imperfection borne with this constant search for freedom diving in the trash transpoeting emotions highly flammable notions in excess like brush caught by the wildfires superstitions go up in smoke and all the things I believed were real consumed bit by bit stripped away…
Category: Chiron’s Daughter
Everyday Imago
In a world going awry everyday feels like the day I could die but I grasp just enough to fill the moment with a pregnant present in between breaths I never could make real art so instead I was the heartbreak between child and woman a sorrow more delicate in form savage in nature I…