My consciousness yo-yos, sinks to the ground in exhaustion, then whips itself back. I don’t know enough yo-yo […]
One of my favorite things about November is being able to read the constant stream of posts from […]
As time happens, I encounter more and more people who think prison is a metaphor I fold into […]
I swallowed so many tears, my bones eroded and turned me into riverbed. Woman-made river, catching the sadness […]
This was written November 27th, 2014 from the California Institute for Women, from room 136– the cell without […]
I miss the kitchen window of my first home, where I could look out over my family garden […]
Can I finish a draft in ten minutes? Can I start a new post? Should I find something […]
My favorite perfume sinks into my skin like a snowflake. It smells like the city at three in […]
I celebrate today like a new year, and this new year rolled in with a Chet Baker song […]
I sniff words the way other people sniff flowers. Roses can be red, but not read. Violets are […]
When I was a kid, I was ready for lava. I would leap from chair to table, rescuing […]
My hair is in a mask tonight– a warm butter massaged into my scalp. It makes the tendrils […]
I let the things I need to say sit in my throat because I think I can cough […]
Every year, a group of bloggers and myself tackle National Blog Posting Month in November. We post one […]
Sometimes I feel like I’ve used up all my second chances. From you, from the universe. I’m honestly […]
