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,” […]
A Sliver of Light
by on November 22, 2018 6 Comments
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 […]
