Goodness knows I don’t know what to say. My phone rings, and I answer it, and the first few minutes will be the conversation no one can stop having, or the avoidance of said conversation. It was like this in jail. It is like this every time someone dies. It is like this now because of a global trauma. I let the phone ring, because … Continue reading journal: tables & cages
How to explainI did not walk out of prisontucked in thankfulness,blessing the cageless sky.How to explainthe moon has never been the samesince you took her from me.How my losses didn’tjustfill up with gratitudelike a wave chasing a wave.I went searching for it.Picked shells from the sand where I found them.Named them all Peace.If the name didn’t take,I set them back. How to explain my fingersare … Continue reading how
A little after week in California’s Safer At Home restrictions, a girlfriend and myself text each other at nearly the exact same time. She tells me that, in her family’s language, they say “the heart is on the heart” but that it doesn’t quite exactly translate to English. I tell her that my family says “you’re going to live a hundred years”, which is spoken … Continue reading journal: how i am
In my dream, I am at the crosswalks that cut through my home. (A place I stood before I knew I would live there one day, but I can tell– in this dream, that is a memory. Living here at all is a memory.) The sun is beach-city bright, playful with its ocean accent. Roll and loll. Wave and tide. It splashes under my sunglasses. … Continue reading dream sequence
When I say that things are up and down, this post represents the down. If you’re not up to it, biggest hugs, skip it with my love. xo. Continue reading journal: a tantrum
Life has not been gentle. Sometimes, I am more bruise than woman. Continue reading a zine : bruise & bone
The world may be falling apart, but my press-on nails hold firmly. I cut the avocado in half, and turn away from the screens. I lightly season the fruit and scoop into it with a spoon. My nails are pink floral, and the scene before me is more springtime than springtime was. This year, springtime was blue and white– hospital rooms and lobbies, and stale … Continue reading stroke: nimbus, stratus, cirrus, cumulus
And I’m so embarrassed that I’m not all better. It makes me cry and that makes me more embarrassed and also… I always misspell embarrassed.
What words do you misspell? Continue reading healing: hi
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