i am full of children i do not want
If every girl/daughter is a seed, what will that seed become? What plume, bloom, or vegetation?
muck-in-my-gut // ghost-white and beloved // give me a disregard for neighbors and sirens
Maybe it’s true, that “the acorn doesn’t fall far from the tree.” That the seed of her being is a blue-bell blueprint, genesis of genes, traumatic histories and memories mapping destinies predestined, societal soldering of gender-norms, which she inherits. Continue reading “‘Daughter-Seed’ by Arielle Tipa – reviewed by Miggy Angel”