About

Daisy stands on grass near trees, with leafy branches filling most of one side of the image and early evening sunlight illuminating her, wearing an ankle-length bright pink dress with a deep v neckline, flutter sleeves, gathered fabric under the bust, and a tiered skirt, her curly auburn hair pulled back with a pink headband, and jewelry she can't describe because she doesn't remember what it is since this photo was taken months ago

I’m Daisy Lark (she/her), a totally blind radical leftist queer poet whose primary sources of dopamine are horror movies and acquiring new books, currently trapped in Oklahoma with aspirations of living just about anywhere else. A crazy cat lady, a voracious bookworm, a bad but enthusiastic gardener, and a good daydreamer. A half-serious witch and a wholly serious devotee of excavating joy from the mundanities of life, I exist at the intersection of shimmer and simmer, rapture and rage.

 

I have been published in Corvid Queen and Lavender Review, and I used to write a weekly newsletter, now defunct but you can read the archive at Keep Hoping Machine Running.