About

A woman with light skin and curly, light brown hair stands in the shade of a tree on a grassy lawn. She is wearing a sleeveless, light mint-green button-front top with a subtle texture, tied in a knot at the bottom. Over that, she has a long, sheer, pale green tulle skirt that lets the pattern of a shorter layer underneath show through. She has a light-colored headband and small hoop earrings, and there is a tattoo on her upper left arm. One hand rests on her hip and the other hangs relaxed at her side. Sunlight filters through the tree leaves above, creating dappled light and shadow on the grass around her, with more open lawn and a road in the background.

I’m Daisy Lark (she/her), a totally blind chronically ill queer leftist 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.