Still grateful for that sunny, wild October day in 2016 when I scrambled along the spine of Dundonnell’s jewel and one of Britain’s finest ridges: An Teallach. … Read More howling for precipices
I’m trying to learn this formatting thing/how to do poetry on the internet thing. I tend to feel a little self-conscious and pretentious–like, would I like a triple-brewed beverage and a side of thrifted clothing with my poetry–but that’s okay. Also, I love thrift stores. Here’s the original, non-photo formatting of this poem: blink we… Read More or else you’ll miss us
this morning, I read an article in the BBC about how Native burial sites are literally being blown up to make way for Trump’s border wall. On an UNESCO World Heritage Site. No conversation between the Trump administration and the Nations in question. According to an article in the BBC, Monument Hill at Organ Pipe… Read More exploding burial grounds: what the actual fuck?