✮⋆ The watchlist only ever grows. And just like that... another Halloween enters the archive. As per usual, certain themes tend

✮⋆ A Halloween noncette. TW: imagery of self-harm. the neon demon tonight I emerge as She. tonight I slit my own

✮⋆ I won a contest (by default but who cares!) and embraced a new form of poetry along the way. Behold,

✮⋆ From my brain to yours. hands slow to undress a navel / orange robes in a heap ✮ sun-dappled chaise laid claim

✮⋆ A favorite from last summer that deserves to see the (blue) light. THE HOT B!+CH PARTY aka the peak

✮⋆ Little me thinks I’m cool and that’s all that matters. Buongiorno! I’m on vacation and don’t

✮⋆ Lost & Found #2 haunted day and night a pale blue cold, and so– very gradually –oh, so gently! my

✮⋆ How delicious the feeling, when I finally get a poem past the final round and into Fruitslice. Until then, my

✮⋆ Restarting my Lost & Found series, this time using Poe! a descent the ocean in full fury the sky, sick

✮⋆ Crowned myself in 2nd grade and never looked back. potted mesclun grew flowers instead of greens ✮ biblical rain the streets