A stoat in ermine half turning to repel a falling hawk hackles bares its teeth braces for the fray prepares to go full-feral forgets it isn't real
Poetry, writing, life
A stoat in ermine half turning to repel a falling hawk hackles bares its teeth braces for the fray prepares to go full-feral forgets it isn't real
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations. View more posts