where the ends tangle the beginnings.
floating down a stream of consciousness, slowly unraveling the wound and winding up the music box, too.
My hope is that these words reflect back to you in the most loving way. 🧿🚪🪞🦂🕸
One poet's quest to uncover what shifts when we shift our attention
Slutty. Pastoral. Poetic. A tactile and digital experiment of poetry, art and erotic awareness. 12 Months, 12 Chapters