The mountain kissed her dreams and yawned

her spine is the line of an aria 

death is in the branches, against the roasting sky

the trees haves dreams of leaves all winter (2019)

singular tree before a gold lake and turqoise sky (2019)

self portrait with a blue jumper (it had just gotten dark) (2019)

night births dawn 

she is born
in the fingers of a rose

standing on a whale, fishing for minnows (2016)

I went to see the sea today,

I brought her all my bones.

The sea is spineless, she cannot stand,

She has no heart, she has no hands.

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