Totenlied | grimacecomfort | disregarding your etiquette | a poem, stomachfall September 18, 2021September 18, 2021
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
the wood that my daughter is made out of | an ancestral poem | a winter’s nightgown September 3, 2021
Gefallsucht | Nachtschwärmer | nightghosts failing to please | a puddle poem September 2, 2021February 6, 2022