
Poetry
furies | by Therese Doherty
black is our colour, darkness our home / and red blood flows through our chthonic bodies / its own bright unlight
Poetry
black is our colour, darkness our home / and red blood flows through our chthonic bodies / its own bright unlight
Poetry
My body knows the secret to clearing the ground.
Poetry
It was the merest strands of hair, / On a girl adept at daylight / That were wayward signs to these infernal men.
Womens Poetry
We work quietly / Pounding metal / Sharpening our swords