On the understanding that I count the self-published books as already done, what would you like to see next?

I have already shown a publisher six poems and a couplet -
The Laughing Day,
Lion Girl,
Untitled (Inch by inch),
Toddler,
Do No Harm,
That Which Doesn't Kill Us Doesn't Kill Us
and Eyebrows Up And Noses In The AirNot that I've actually ( Read more... )

Inspired by Facebook groups, of all thingsLet us avenge ourselves upon the damned ( Read more... )

No, I let her forage on her own:
The ducts within my breasts have turned to stone
And the milk has turned to water.
I cannot feed my daughter:
No, I let her forage on her own.

You golden-headed white-blonde girl
I have held you in the palm of my hand
I have blown you away on the warm wind of my breath
I have caught you gently in my fingertips
I have sent you flying out over the world
You will land and put down roots and grow

Dandelion girl
You are strong and free and beautiful
And everywhere I turn there is you

"This is the last day I will ever be four," she said ( Read more... )

A mother, to me ( Read more... )

I do not want to bring harm to the world
I am seeding it with joy,
and the joy is made of daughters

I do not want to bring death to the world
but in each life I give it I give it a new death

I do not want to bring pain to the world
I beg forgiveness when I do, is that enough?When I make bread ( Read more... )

I bet you think your kid is smart ( Read more... )

You're not The One decreed by fate ( Read more... )

She's seven tenths of me tall
She's two fifths and a bit of my weight
She's a sixth of my years,
She's all I hold dear,
She's my girl, all her own, and it's great