I once woke up in wild winter, paralyzed by change, when claws emerged and storms surged sunken snow and white wombs from where I came. In mere months, seduced by scents, spanned by veins, I unfolded into sun, blossomed in rain with vernal wings– a quivering,...
Black bodies are honeysuckle For dry white lips Sweet tender stalks Crushed between towers of broken ivory You crush my spine To taste the nectar inside Tear into my flowers, The Eden, nestled between my thighs Rip open my leaves And drink the milk under my tongue...
Daughter, take this. The most powerful word on Earth is no. Hold it in between your teeth like a kernel. Another word: Sorry. Hold that one under your tongue, let it dissolve like cotton candy. Here, say I am worthy. Here, say empowered. When your brothers complain...
If we took the tangents of each crease that lies along the curves of your lips we could make matrices, incandescent constellations extended in 4 dimensions through the continuum, of all the things you’ve ever said to me— The 1st π Day I baked blueberry & you...
If Mother Braids a Waterfall by Dayna Patterson FollowFollowFollow Book Review by Rebecca Beardsall If Mother Braids a Waterfall, an intimate, beautiful crafted poetry collection, invites the reader to explore familial threads, religion, and redemptive release. —...
How the One-Armed Sister Sweeps Her Houseby Cherie Jones FollowFollowFollow How The One-Armed Sister Sweeps Her House: A Novelby Cherie Jones Little, Brown and CompanyFebruary 2, 2021 Book Review by Colleen Lutz Clemens Cherie Jones’s debut novel How the One-Armed...
“So what’s for dinner?” I was foraging through Mom’s fridge, taking advantage of the quickly dissipating cold blast of air in my face, trying to come up with a plan. “Is there any fish or chicken in there? We could use the fire pit.” I started to pull ingredients. Mom...
I. Beautiful day for war, fields of yellowing leaves speckled with black spots buffering centuries of secrets stuck in the soil whispering to any root that’ll listen to its’ stories. Put down your weapons, pick up your ploughs. II. The earth has never faltered under...
My birthday twin died today. I knew almost nothing about him, except that he and I were born on the exact same date. We were the same age until around 11am this morning when I began to grow steadily older than him. Every morning at the hospital where I work as a...
