I am your moth I let you draw me in from the night And then I’m Shimmering dust under fluorescent […]
The moon rises bald as a featherless egg and spur heeled witches gather. Whipping their legs through frozen bracken they […]
Heni Tinker (She/They) is a queer poet and witch living in Brighton.
More of their work can be found on instagram @heni.tinker