I am unexpected. I am an out of wedlock pregnancy that solidified a union. I am a gentle kick inside my mother’s womb on her wedding day. I am the stiff upper lip as the word divorce falls upon me, wide eyed and stoic. I am a child silently hovering in the garage watching my …
Imagine the muffled sounds Of a seed weeping Begging the rain to stop At 10cm no mother Wishes death upon her baby But the sound of her tears Are the same It is the bursting in the rainstorm That brings forth new life The seed knows not what is coming And waters herself. Not believing …
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 …
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 …
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 …
I sit stroking a handmade bookmark From an old friend Dangling over a page of a poetry From my husband Wrapped up in a blanket From his father And for the life of me I cannot stop circling this ill fitting loneliness Ancient, itchy, incessant Littering this perfect moment With crumpled bits of hurt From …
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 …
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: …
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 …
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.