When I was a little girl,my grandma made witch finger shapeswith pierogie dough. She knewI would turn into a witch with entrailsstuck between dirty fingernails.
My nose keeps growing more and more witchyand I can't tell if this is sorcery or another ugly sign of aging. It is hard to believe that anyone really wantsto handle these spells. That anyone really wants all of me.
Delighted to have a few poems of mine appearing in Octopus Review #8! -
https://theoctopusdiary.blogspot.com/2019/08/the-octopus-review-8.html?fbclid=IwAR08uim76Ha3FGzhy-uPFlb8PM95EAfo_QAxACHjcL88MVdfBDd4k_Ng53UMy two poems within Octopus Review #8 also appear within my poetry chapbook, "DARK PURPLE INTERSECTIONS", available in its entire creepy little hand-designed print chapbook incarnation, HERE -
https://www.etsy.com/listing/689260672/new-dark-purple-intersections-inside-my?ref=shop_home_feat_1
Published on August 13, 2019 21:42