Butterflies April 3, 2024 • River Butterflies don’t have lips. They kiss with their long dark eyelashes. Gleaning affection from a flower. Under my desk.
Rattling Bones March 25, 2024 • River Scarlet flags and misplaced trust, Little pills and twilight rust. Empty sofa, monochrome, Skeletons dance, rattling bones. Read More »
Violets March 25, 2024 • River Violets bloomed across your skin, “They’re beautiful,” you said, “Water them with wood and sin, break me like I'm bread." Read More »
