
Banana On Top
“Could you not step on that banana please?” I stepped off the counter. He was right. What was I doing stepping on bananas that were on the counter? A banana on the floor, maybe. But a banana that is on […]
Kate Norton's writing and sketches
“Could you not step on that banana please?” I stepped off the counter. He was right. What was I doing stepping on bananas that were on the counter? A banana on the floor, maybe. But a banana that is on […]
Girl there’s nothing to that. Girl there’s something to open. Like open my eyes when I was an animal but this time while conscious. Like open my heart like when I was angry girl. Like an angry little solider without […]
“I made press with messy handwriting,” said Alma the sometimes cat. Laughing when she can, coming out of her fear, being, coding, drawing, smiling, with the wonderful bright happiness of a child who feels trusted, cared for, supported, and thought […]
A million yucks of amber in a finished alterted mane. Like nothing you could yammer and nothing you could name. A rearrangement of figures and a singled army claim. Never wanted winter and never wanted fame. I don’t answer questions […]