Bellow & Hiss

<p>Riding shotgun with Oedipus your mother and the pothole in your heart Bellow & Hiss navigates generational suffering and hurtles headlong toward reverie. The collection's knowing I interrogates the dark gift of childhood trauma the nature of family and the weaving together of identity. Bellow & Hiss asks: Have you ever been properly pruned? A love equation carved into your skin? What does it mean to bear fruit from rotten seeds? Tucked among the branches and brambles of this collection are revelations about growing up and upward spiritual endurance and the art of creating oneself. The scarred arms in Bellow & Hiss-of drowning Ophelias anthropomorphic dieffenbachias and pandemic Penelopes-reach toward the light gasping for living things.</p>