Every Lash

This collection's title - as in tether, strike, eyelash, welt - is a nod to the fluidity of language and the foolish penchant we have for naming things, including ourselves.

The poems refuse to navigate, choosing instead to face head-on the snares of gender, patriarchy, and parenting.

In the closing environmental poems of farewell, the speaker regains communion with nature through the ageing body.