
Graphic Design
postcards
poetry art stories

nightwalks
La Trobe St, 7:55pm

bush walking
poetry art stories

The moon has lost her memory
Violets burston my forearms but I am stilla half-split cell and even as I tryto peel myself freeI feel ashamed I want to lovelike a bursting waterfall but all my lovely sweetness is gone and I love likea dirty stream like raising eyesto stare directly at the sun

Daisy
poetry art stories

Water
poetry art stories
