by BlogEditor | Oct 8, 2021 | Creative Nonfiction, The Keeping Room
When my Aunt Ada sits down to write to me, she’ll start with the weather: “Greetings on this cold and rainy Tuesday morning at 10:30 . . .” She might finally conclude the letter with a Friday afternoon postscript. As she nears the end of the fourth or sixth or eighth...
by BlogEditor | Oct 4, 2021 | Creative Nonfiction, The Keeping Room
A girl between eleven and fourteen (a gauzy and vibrant age) will enter menses. She will have been (awkwardly) informed by teachers conscripted by the state. The girl will inscribe (in carefully rounded letters) her question about tampon strings that snap. She will...
by BlogEditor | Sep 28, 2021 | Creative Nonfiction, The Keeping Room
“What do you like to read?” Sister Marie Claire was old. She wanted nothing to do with the Second Vatican Council, and her habit was black, and it completely covered her hair, and her face below it was creamy white and puffy. She was the Principal at Immaculata...
by BlogEditor | Aug 18, 2021 | Poetry, The Keeping Room
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,...
by BlogEditor | Aug 16, 2021 | Poetry, The Keeping Room
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...
