Overwhelmed

[this poem is made to be listened to]  A whelm rolled down the hill and towards me today Bumping and jolting in its odd whelm-ish way It was knobbly and greenish with rocky bits and gum And as it tumbled right towards me, I did not run It bumped into my body which stopped it from…

heart like a garden

a weekly schedule for soul maintenance monday: douse with water warmed in the hose heated by the spring sun. watch the water sink rapidly into the roots and say a prayer for quick uptake, as it was a dry weekend. tuesday: weeds also flourished with yesterday’s water. spend some time pulling them and look at…

In Mexico, I am 70% a man.

In Mexico, I am 70% a man. Buying street tacos, it’s “¿qué quiere, amigo?” Playing dominos in the Casa de Amigos, it’s “te toca, joven.” Walking along a strip of restaurants, it’s “caballero, te muestro la carta con platitos muy sabrosos.” The number of times I’ve been referred to as male in the past week…

The Slow Plod Of Justice Work

I wrote a thing for Life Together! Check it out here: http://www.lifetogethercommunity.org/blog/the-slow-plod-of-justice-by-savannah-hauge

Franklin Park 3/28/18

The fallen fir tree flows in sap yet, Dewy beads oozing from split branches, Still healing after we proclaim it dead. I heard once that tree blood’s an ointment, So I slathered it on the self-doubt gnawed into my cuticles. I popped a lump into my mouth, too, Maple sweet and bitter bite in one…

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place. — Zora Neale Hurston

Other’s smile stretches long and full, delicately-crinkled eyes radiating warmth I shudder slightly repositioning my body to cradle a new softness Other’s eyes its halogen lamps birth unimagined without incubation I smile, teeth incandescent in their returning offering my love as midwife to Other’s own emergence ~ From my 2017 Advent poetry challenge. ~ 

thinking and becoming

i have agonized and hemmed and hawed about posting on here for far too long. perhaps if i post something, i will stop agonizing about whether or not i am posting something. welcome to the experiment! this poem (and prompt) from my advent poetry challenge, written december 21st.  thinking and becoming  things I’ve thought i…

On White Anxiety: Bullet Points for My People

Or: Concrete Things to Do When You’re Scared Shitless About Being the Bad White Person Or: How to Dismantle Your Racism from the Inside, Some Unfinished Thoughts // Before you read this, read the post by Lily Luo that jiggled my own thoughts loose. Thank you, Lily, more than I know how to say. For context,…

Iyengar Level I, with Kris Manjapra

I stand making metaphorically-motivated micro-adjustments at the top of my mat Twitching and swaying, slightly, into heavier alignment Kris says when you feel the plumb line of your vertebrae perfectly stacking, Your body feels a sigh Today, my body sighed, slightly Even though I had eaten a lot of chocolate because I had forgotten to…

thursday

(Tonight) I biked poem onto pavement, Winding through 7 o’ clock congestion Too tired for bother I let lights meet Instead of sprinting to beat Legs’ aching slowness Teaching me tempo I peddled ‘nd sang A low rumble tune, Digging growls and crescendos                 out my throat, Matching…

my uterus is not a biohazard

My uterus is not a biohazard //OR// Why I am going to get birth control wearing a red supersuit flaunting a red period blood smudge.  The blood that pours, trickles, gushes and drips from my uterus is considered a biohazard. You know, the kind that they put in those sterile red plastic containers with the red cutting scythe…

their multitudes

A million asteroids of all genders called woman. Those are me. You raise an eyebrow. I raise mine. Must I remind you what woman means? Woman is the shaping of a skin, it is a face turned towards the wind, it is resilience. Woman is remembering oppression directed at that skin and that face. Woman…