to hold in my hand (ground elder) often wanting to go (hairy bittercress) slow and sure (yarrow) loudly, our names (dandelion) growing out, pulling up (cleavers)
2020
EXPLORING THE SUN: (YOU WERE BORN FOR THIS)
What would it mean to live a life solely based on my astrology? What kind of a person might i become? 2020 Collage
LOOKIN OUT 4 U
Oh Kitty, i missin U sometimes you curlin up all by my side sometimes i not seein you for long long time and i missin U
2019 Mixed Media
SOME DAYS
Some days / i don’t want to talk / to anyone / but the berries / and the black birds. / (Most Days.)
Jane said "the birds body is in the bushes, will you both do something for her?”
So we took her in our hands; she was already decomposing, her brains were filled with tiny white worms. We took her to the top of the hill, just beyond the forest, where the badgers come out at night, we lay her on a bed of sycamore leaves. Then we walked to the garden, and picked flowers, orange, yellow, blue. The flowers were beautiful, it was nearly winter.
The day we said goodbye to the Mistle Thrush, I remembered when I first met her. I spent weeks walking around the garden, trying to work out who these cackling birds were, that flew from tree to tree feasting on sweet, poisonous berries.