I Carry All Their Stories In Me

My hands are his hands. They are the same shape as his and move like so – just like his did I marvel at the memory of this giant of a man, of this larger-than-life presence, of this proud and passionate man with these hands, these soft and gentle and determined hands. I carry him […]

Bone and Skin and Revelation

It is a strange thing to live in a body To be a person cloaked in skin that curves and bends in particular places For a time, my person, that luminous, humming being embedded in among bone and sinew was more witness. For a time it seemed my body was me. When my body first […]

Testimonio of the Body

By Carolina Hinojosa-Cisneros | Twitter: @CisnerosCafe You, like a Jasper stone, healer of duplicitous tongue. Courageous salt deposit – I find you unmoved, misshapen, borrowed from familiar words. Guided light, unmuted beneath my Lazarus shroud. Arisen from (d)(l)ust – sins of my foremothers. Spoken for, removed from implicit layered tierra firma. Kneaded bands of our stories smudged […]

The Secret of Unfurling

Can I tell you something? For too long I heard wrong. And misunderstood the language of the years. This mistake shaped me for a time. Calendars flipped and my body curved and still I was quiet. Each year sifted down upon my head and slowly I became hidden. But see this– Look with me at […]

The Light Behind My Eyes

It is dark. An inky, cavernous dark. I squeeze my eyes shut tighter an attempt to escape, perhaps. To hedge my bets against the ravenous night. Surely it can’t touch me here behind my eyes. But then my head, it runs jagged. Thought to thought, fear to fear. A power that lives outside of me […]