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Weeping on a Clear Day

by Christina Dupdated on January 2, 2019February 7, 2019Leave a Comment on Weeping on a Clear Day

Grief is not limited to the months After funerals. The psychic corpses that litter my mind outweigh the physical corpses I have held in my hands. These corpses can include — Letting go of the sister I always wanted First years of life stolen by depression No soft hands on my back as a child …

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I Will Teach Her to Remember

by Christina Dupdated on January 17, 2019February 1, 2019Leave a Comment on I Will Teach Her to Remember

A quick search reveals thatJanet and Condoleezza never marriedand never had children. So I traded their blazers for aprons. This choice, my choice, is conscious.My womb was built for this job:raising healers, creatives, and lovers. Raised by Murphy Brown and Oprah,you told me I have to choose.So I choose them, all three of them. Even my …

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When You Are Thirsty

by Christina Dupdated on January 2, 2019January 31, 2019Leave a Comment on When You Are Thirsty

Like a new day dawning Morning dew glistening The rainbows of light glimmer through my windows at sunrise I take a deep breath I exhale I am at peace To dance wildly and intimately With my pain As it continues to haunt me As it pounds on my door, And to know truly It is …

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On Transitions

by Christina Dupdated on January 24, 2019January 24, 2019Leave a Comment on On Transitions

Is it the loss you feelOr the fear of this societyThe one that paints rooms in blueand pink huesPuts people in boxesFor safety and comfort If you do not fear lossThrow some milk weed in the gardenWatch as the seasons shiftFrom dark to light From winter to springAnd ask the monarchAs it soars in the …

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My Spirit Does the Heavy Lifting

by Christina Dupdated on January 2, 2019January 17, 2019Leave a Comment on My Spirit Does the Heavy Lifting

There are but 2 people with whom I trust my darkness. When I am in that fitful state I have come to know As I thumb through that list Looking for someone to call My name does not appear. The I that is entangled In he said/she said, Judgment, Loneliness, 1 am thoughts racing in …

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A Warrior Child

by Christina Dupdated on January 5, 2019January 5, 2019Leave a Comment on A Warrior Child

I keep thinking she’s dead The little girl who manages Directs and protects the spiritual direlects She keeps popping up On long drives With the right song After the holidays When the dishes are clean And the family has left She shows up again and again I wrestle her in fits Insisting I don’t need …

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Feminism

by Christina Dupdated on November 2, 2018November 15, 2018Leave a Comment on Feminism

I am thankful for the women Who stand up in courtrooms Who march in the streets Who do not accept forceful advances I am thankful for the women Who do not use their bodies as products For sale I am thankful to put down slut shaming, An ancient form of self policing and self governing …

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Raising Healers

by Christina Dupdated on November 2, 2018November 8, 2018Leave a Comment on Raising Healers

This house we built With no bad touches And full bellies, Lights that are on Water that is running: May not be enough. A warm embrace, Nourishing meals together, Lights intended for bedtime stories, Cozy bubble baths: a good start. My own wellness, Food consciousness, Light that intentionally casts shadows Weeping alone in the tub: …

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Every Other Weekend

by Christina Don November 2, 2018November 2, 2018Leave a Comment on Every Other Weekend

Each crack you chiseled into my foundation The waters of this love have touched And there is no going back now Take back your piecemeal attempts at parenting and marriage, The table upon which I feast is plentiful You are welcome here and I need you to know: Your projections did not break me Your …

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Despondence

by Christina Dupdated on November 2, 2018September 9, 2018Leave a Comment on Despondence

Despondence My failures: Perceived losses. My perception is skewed. Is it? Does Mother Earth cry As her forests burn to ash? Does she weep at the sight of her people drowning in her floods? I don’t know. I don’t know.

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“I write to record what others erase when I speak, to rewrite the stories others have miswritten about me, about you.“

-Gloria E. AnzaldĂșa

 

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