I’m traveling today. Shaded by Gorm’s old hat, I’ve traversed through wind & water to reach Sisters Hope Home. My period arrived as soon as my feet left land. My mind lingers, perhaps lost back at sea. The cycle begins on my first day in Sisters Hope Home. Hope and…

Crushed Lips. Colour me in every eye. I meet your question. My metal fingers melt into the cracks of your palm. Connecting the air of the skin, to the flesh, to the bones, and what fills the space in between. What exists in this vivid, yet completely still moment is…