CAT SOUP
- quickstep down the liffey, pirouette until your lungs give out
- my anchor is made of blood
- whereupon, they passed on a short day (waste it)
- trouble!?
- kids don’t pass together
- song 101
- it may be a little deeper than we originally thought
- according to all known laws of aviation, bees should not be able to fly
- even though it’s earth day, i feel the need to chop down every single one of my trees
- lullaby for an angel’s egg
- ode to treading water and passive ideation
- tightrope walking
- a hermit’s requiem, and lies we tell ourselves
- umai
