My song, to me, the way I need it sung
Dear woman, love your belly. Wrap yourself in handwoven dresses; let starwhispers linger in your ears. Don’t dismiss your wisdom…
Category: Creative Writing
New memories for dark fields
Our family arrives in the field after dark. Though it isn’t really dark—a streetlight illuminates the alley, the sun hasn’t…
Letter to an old friend (who might contain my younger self)
Dearheart, you’re not the person I walked with. It isn’t you in this blurred polaroid. Remember: I learned your lips…
You do not need to explain your absences
Sometimes I don’t know where I am. I don’t know how to describe what I’m doing, the company I’m in.…
I am not one thing. I can only be one thing at a time.
My first month off work didn’t have as much writing as I’d hoped. My time seemed to get nibbled by…