You can always sit with us I think, feel, believe in my bones as I pinch my finger on a folding chair and cuss under my breath I think, feel, believe in my bones that it is always better to land on the side of love. Under my breath, I murmur I know I will […]
The Both/And
by on September 27, 2018 10 Comments
There are some weights I’ve carried silently across years, my skin and bone growing right around them tangled complicated. The heaviness buried. Still, I grew into my frame. I softened, curved found my way. I’ve made beautiful things. I can be both/and. But then, on a day still close, words spilled inky and echoed across […]
How to Light a Fire
by on August 30, 2018 7 Comments
It is said that fire is a triumvirate An “association of three.” Heat. Fuel. Oxygen. A trinity of dependence. // HEAT It is late summer. This is incessantly confirmed by the humming locusts and the heat made visible in the shimmering mirage at the end of the gravel. I am always fooled. My body, cloaked […]
On Aging and Beauty
by on July 19, 2018 6 Comments
The morning blooms pale and pink, warm and thick. I am suddenly older. I roll over. A small body has found his way to my sheets. I stare at the curve of his nose, the way his hair wants to bend, his dewy lips. I never expected middle age to feel so much like revolution […]
The Psalmist’s Voice
by on July 11, 2018 5 Comments
By Naomi Pattison-Williams | Twitter: @NaomiWilliams87 I have a fair-weather relationship with the Psalmist. Oh, we have long sung in unison, My lips accustomed to the rhythm of Dwelling in the house of the Lord forever; Being led to green pastures; Lifting my eyes to the mountains; and Finding refuge under the wings of the Almighty. But they […]
