They exist somewhere between fact and my imagination, and this is how I love them.
They exist somewhere between fact and my imagination, and this is how I love them.
Poetry from Embers.
In her body I had mine.
Sometimes I watch them eat raspberries.
Friends and lovers, loved and lost
Reflections on public spaces during lock-down.
Thoughts about my language.
A collection of life moments.
It matters what futures future futures.
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