Layers of Story

I live in an old stone house. Its massive limestone walls so thick one can sit in the windowsills, cross legged. It has two front doors which no one can seem to explain except maybe for the fact that we all have two doors for entering our interiors and this house is just as alive […]

She

She holds me The spirit of me The mind of me The heart of me The guts of me   She Capable Phenomenal Regenerative Magical She I count on Her Expectantly For healing For beauty Consistency To stand To dance To walk To run Yet unbeknownst My body, She She also Believes in me Trustingly […]

This Face is a Story

I’ve taken to staring at my face in the mirror each night. After I’ve gently washed it. After I’ve patted it dry and brushed my wet bangs off to one side I stare. At first, I did so halfway as if off handedly catching my reflection in a storefront. Unintentional. Removed. But then something would […]

As the Anniversary of My Mom’s Death Approaches

The body remembers. It keeps tabs and intuits cycles. The doing the feeling the becoming all tangled together. Not unlike last year’s morning glory vines braided together, now brown from frost after frost after frost. Whose roots are plump with green, waiting while the light stretches long About a month before The date something shifts […]

What Women Look Like On the Inside

My mom always carried a large purse. One year it was a black macramé number. The next, brown pleather. While she sat at the kitchen table paying bills I would rummage through it. Peppermints, a smattering of pennies, bent bobby pins, tissues stamped with pink lipstick. “This is what women look like on the inside,” […]