Poem: Aniseed Dreams
Sometimes all we have are dreams like aniseed a strange moment we can't quite identify. Or enjoy. I breathe in stale air sleep on sheets rucked…
The Stolen Notebook
I love a good notebook. I'm a huge fan of stationery in general. Pens, paper, notebooks. Little stickers. I'm crazy about stationary and have been for…
Poem: New Year Rain
I fell asleep in the new year to new rain, heavy and haunting as if it knew what was coming - what had come before. the…