February 9, 2026
My walking armor I wear to confront life, my seduction weapon that feeds staring eyes craving for beauty and feminity...
September 27, 2024
January 30, 2024
“He unlocked his word-hoard.” That must mean something still. And so must my forebears, who used different languages…
July 30, 2023
Dots align in constellations. Meaning makes its way out of my maelstrom and onto the page, legible and lithe. I believe I was hand-placed in this particular sky. I believe I will never forget again.