Winter's Mara

who are you without your identity? lay down, settle in your bones let your self release above you, a balloon you are disconnected from. you are your body, too, what is left when your soul leaves. feel your body breathing, digesting, slowing, churning, falling apart an inch at a time. she keeps us alive, feedingRead more

The Banquet

she knows what it means to drag a body up from the ground, from nothing taking sharp steps on the way care, love, giving, all knives beneath calloused feet and dirt-brown footprints the black crepe is hung up in the corner out of the way of smiling life but always in the corner of yourRead more