A lil black phone with my poems in

Feathered Kin We met in the liminal circle of stone on sand. You followed the crows through rain, I called the choughs from the...

ALL the people rejoiced I saw it out of the corner of my eye. A poster, Zadok the Priest. Suddenly I was transported My 15 year old self pro...

“Boot Dog” And the mystery of the missing rocket lolly. I was always very smol, this is a fact recorded in poetry elsewhere, how...

  Poets, Pagans and Women Poets, pagans and women obsess about the moon (men want to stomp over it but that’s a different phenomenon I think...