Skin thickening; Melanin to armor. I see your comment: it weighs me down. Back stiffening; Spine to sword. I read your silence: it weighs me down. Blood boiling; Heart to stone. Too brown-heavy, to carry on. There’s a joke in the poetry world that, if you feel the need to explain your poem at length, you should just sit down and write a better poem. … Continue reading brown-heavy
I want to write a poem about the fish dinner nights of my childhood. They were different than every other night because they were silent. We were not allowed to talk while eating fish. Every other night was clamorous, confrontational, and riddled with laughter. My sister’s giggles sprayed stray pieces of chicken makhani onto my graduation gown hours before I walked. Every meal would end … Continue reading fish dinner
In November of 2010, I was living in a quiet town in Orange County with my husband, Dave, and our two cats. We owned a shop, where we showed off the work of local artists. In December of 2010, I was accused of a crime at my job and, in the process of dealing with all of that, lost our shop and our home and … Continue reading ❤
I wasn’t going to post this anywhere, but I didn’t want to lose it. It is, obviously, a very long read and it applies to almost no one who regularly reads this blog. I thought about posting it on Medium or some such, but y’all know I’m a WordPress girl, so here it is. I’ve also linked my live-reading of it. Again, this is something … Continue reading quasipolitica
A heartmelt post that starts years before I ever went away. Continue reading ❤melt : what if we fly?
I want to tell you about all the awfulness in my life, some that has passed, some that I am still working through. I want to tell you about funerals, doomsday doctors, people that can’t be trusted, and the accusations that tore my soul. I want to warn you about what it’s like to be falsely criminalized and how several decades of honorable living doesn’t … Continue reading i want you to laugh.