Death Midwife, writing, music, espresso, nightswimming, palliative care, typewriters, double lung transplant recipient 1998, cancer survivor. What's next?
A waning moon skulks behind smudges of ashen clouds,
waiting to fold into the edges of our eyes and deep into the wounds of trees.
Thin as papyrus, but for a craning jaw sprouting cannibal teeth
How unnerving to see one shoe on the road,
Silence is safer than speech
The first error of your crime was centered on an incident.
A midnight boxing match with the dead -