Sitemap - 2021 - Belladonnaoflavender’s Newsletter
“Oh Death, Where is the Antidote to Thy Sting”
Not a poem, nor prose, it's porn
Our Lives In This Anthropocene
I jab into your mouth, this Newsletter, this tongue
Peak hubris has wrought bottomless grief
I am living watchless, timeless, groundless
Into each life, some rain must fall
I am a “I need to read and write everyday” person
Collages of influence: A tribe in yourself
This is not making much of a muchness
I realised, rather surprisingly
No, there's no way not to suffer
Kelp snakes in like a shed black suit
A fish stuck inside a disposable glove
What happens when you don't write for a month
I don’t know where I’m going from here, but I promise it won’t be boring