M. K. Cobb
Bio: My parents split when I was a baby, so I mostly had the stable community of small-town Iowa living with my mom and older sister, and then traveled the world to visit my father. I think I have been living a dual life ever since: one as nomad and artist, and one as a person trying to fit into the world.
bhasmapainted with ashes white and gray fills the cracks of her lips her blotched pale face is powdered mutable eyes flecked with aqua pierce the light whiteness ash falls dusting her peachy pink nipples a hot tear follows carrying the ash in a cloudy drop to her thigh she writes watery spirals on her leg disappears into the steam of the shower a clump slides through her hair landing by her toes was it a part of his broken collarbone? he used to delight in her squished up face when he held her hand to the poorly mended break |