A young woman with dark hair resting her head on her arms on a table, looking contemplative in black and white.

These circles are for mothers still trying to hold a self inside the relentlessness of it.

I use poetry, short prose, and writing prompts not to produce something but to find something. The sentence you haven't been able to finish. The feeling you haven't had language for yet.

No writing experience necessary. No performance expected. Come as you actually are.

Circles are offered as single gatherings and longer series throughout the year. Announced to Substack subscribers first.

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