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…

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…

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…

to my heart melt people

[note: this post started the day after graduation and finished now]  Yesterday, wilting in sweat, to cheers I did not hear for nerves, and with feet bare to feel the ground beneath me, I walked across a stage, accepted a diploma case and hurried back to my seat. I guess that was my moment, or something….

~disgusting~ bodies, speak thy power!

or: gross is the new fierce and i love rupi kaur My sweat stains and I have become intimate through long fellowship and shared struggle. I have leg hair and armpit hair and sporadic chin hairs. I have stretch marks on my thighs. Once every 50 days or so, gooey blood flows out of me for a week straight. My…

the f word

failure I. such an unassuming                          word, that such an unassuming mind-bending word such an unassuming mind-bending word that permeates my psyche claws into those ¿forgotten? cobwebbed corners of             my soul and whispers to me that failure will…

don’t you dare call me beautiful

We are our fear and hope and courage and pain and love and doubt and anger and salty, dripping tears mixed with snot, sweat and redemption. To recognize us for who we appear to be instead of who we are actively being is to deny, in a way, the truth of who we experience ourselves to be.

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my heart hurts from pounding deeply as I turn and toss roll and squirm restlessly the whole night through my heart hurts as it has beat to a seeming thousand similarly sleepless sunrises anxiety’s drill sargeant my alarm clock rat-a-tat-tatting deep into my exhausted bones my mind whirs, clicks and grumbles jostled forward by irregular…

rush /\ pressure

“There is a pervasive form of contemporary violence to which the idealist most easily succumbs: activism and overwork. The rush and pressure of modern life are a form, perhaps the most common form, of its innate violence. To allow oneself to be carried away by a multitude of conflicting concerns, to surrender to too many…