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If I had the chance to go anywhere in the world
it would be to you it would always be to you and maybe that’s why my feet get so itchy my soul so flighty and my frequent flyer points so high because I just keep missing you. […]
What do you want from me, darling?
Because I know I could be it. If you need help repairing those wings I’ll pull the very feathers from my flesh. And if you want a cocoon I’ll spin it from the webs of my womb to envelope you in some place safe. And I’ll do everything to nourish you, until I’m just egg […]
Okay full disclosure,
this is one of those days where I’m fully in tune with the anger of a million generations of women. You’ve been warned. Here it is: Contextual paradigms that try to excuse or explain sexism, racism and exclusionary prejudice are just another tool used by a typically white male patriarchy to continue to oppress minorities, […]
Well you said you wanted this, so here it is:
Chapter One – My Bare Bones My wrists: broken five times now. I won’t ever be able to pour the spaghetti into the colander, but I won’t ever ask you for help to do it. My ribs: cracked on the week that everything happened in threes: my heart got broken, my car got broken, my […]
tear me limb from limb
i spent forever waiting to meet you the right stranger when the future was just an abstract concept and i did everything i was supposed to and I don’t want to hurt us anymore but I don’t know how not to so I think I have to be strong enough for two people and let […]
Darling of mine,
you’re not crazy. You’ve just been removed: from matriarchal lines, and midwifery, and mitochondria, and medicine (or is it witchcraft?) […]
Is this masculinity?
And: And: every step is a cold skeleton hand on lungs grasping gasping my breath falters anticipating frozen waiting for the back lash the front lash the lashing white hot fire licking hairs on my neck every stomp every punched wall a reminder a warning of how hard you can punch of how much you […]
Candles – 2014
When I first met you, my cranberry-scented candles stood tall on my bedside table. Thick red cylinders of fruity scent, waiting to be lit and burned for 40 hours. When you first slept over, you wanted to sleep with them burning. And though I didn’t want to waste my precious wicks, for you I let […]