Creative
gallery of rotten riches
under the withered moon of catastrophe
a strain on the blueberry sky.
Badass Women
Eleanor pauses in her tracks, sucking in a breath as she turns not to face the man, but the arched windows that line the passage.
Aquitaine stretches out before her, its beauty incomparable to filthy, cramped Paris.
Lonely Hearts of the Animal Kingdom
Bonjour, mon amour! I think perhaps you are the muse I’ve been searching for.
25 March 2020
The Cherryman: The Boy from Stormwater
The first child born to a god brought the moon back.
25 March 2020
Matrykosha Dreams
The tiger awakens as you grip the bars and use them to propel you into a 360-degree jump.
Beads of sweat nestle on your neck and your heart swells in its cage.