Senses

This collection relates to taste, sounds, touch..

Family Picture

Turquoise, pink, Aztec pattern covers your plump apple belly growth that I want to capture

Carcass Poem

Held in this burnt morning I bleed. Christen me with your crimson sky, the edges scar my skin. Stretched out limbs lie loose, submissive in succulent shade. Fierce, invisible, natural weapon

Senses 1

...I mistook you for deep water so held my breath and went under...

Others

...She is trapped now Old man's beard in the hedgerow...