deadbeat tailor seat | copy paste lips | a poem that hasn’t aged one bit November 4, 2021February 6, 2022
they’ll put their hands around your neck and call it an embrace | a poem against vampires September 20, 2021February 6, 2022
and suddenly you became very small | a poem, don’t ask me how I am if you can’t stomach the answer September 15, 2021February 6, 2022
evocative dreamscapes | motherland | self-invocation | a poem, unnerved September 10, 2021February 6, 2022
Gefallsucht | Nachtschwärmer | nightghosts failing to please | a puddle poem September 2, 2021February 6, 2022
making a ghost out of a girl | marital bed daughter | a poem made out of bathwaterhair September 1, 2021February 6, 2022