Peeking through the Feathers
Do you know where you are, sweetheart?
Do you know where you are when your tears wash your face like shimmery pearls unraveling from a
Eliza: Beginning Alchemy
A treasure of perfume surrounds me
On Being Here
on living here, on being lived by me.
Northern Lights
Have you ever drifted into an experience so foreign you lack the means to communicate it and all the rules you relied upon to guide
Anne: Who Do You Think You Are?
Don’t you listen to the trolls, sweetheart!