Breathing outside the glass, hands outstretched, hands reaching: to our daughters rising stronger women.
You scan a catalogue and find options. I wake up the neighbors knocking on doors. You know all the inside scoops. I dive into trial… Read more permeable
It’s not about you. It’s about me, always. This is me: hopelessly lost, hopelessly self-consumed in irrational ideas about how if… Read more self-effaced
It’s the third week into National Poetry Month, and I don’t have much to show other than a couple of… Read more 1,000 miles: step 63|musings
The world is a dangerous place to live — not because of the people who are evil but because of… Read more The world is a dangerous place to live —
What would you tell God, she asks What would you tell God if you were at Heaven’s doorsteps? for all… Read more What would you tell God, she asks
On still nights I can hear the wind in solitude breathing, roaming in habitual journey. It goes through cycles with… Read more On still nights I can hear
Oh, no, words are not stable. in a fleeing flutter, they can easily pass me by. When they settle, it’s at their own… Read more Words are not stable
Exchange “You have a call,” the librarian tells me. I raise my eyebrow, confused. At the other end a woman’s voice… Read more 1,000 miles: step 58|Speak Spanish?
The digital age is delivered through screens lit brighter than the streets where women “asked for it.” Your digital presence… Read more Delete All