It is not a room of my ownI am missing.But an offering,that opensmyself as homeFrom cozy wombto warm embrace.grow, nourish, careIt is nottearing outyellow wallpaperBut seeingtendrils of lifein dishes and laundry and lunchFrom filling what is empty,to giving rest and belonging.love, love, loveIt is not escape,shattered glass,nor caged bird freeBut buildinga place of hope and […]
It’s my birthday today.33 years ago, my mother choseLife.Not so forOne million, three hundredseventy-one thousand,two hundred eighty-fiveOthers that year. I made itFrom clump of cellsto person.That [fabricated] line of“You’re nothing” to“You matter”.They didn’t. I grieve for Wombs turned tombs.I hope in the oneWho went in to bothTo offer life to Murderers and murdered Alike.
I think about words often. In writing, word choice is crucial. Quality writing exists when precise and clear language is used, it is what makes a piece understandable and beautiful. But it seems a growing trend to praise words that are merely pretty adornments for dangerous ideas, to take emotive pleasure with very little thought […]
The modern world is insane, not so much because it admits the abnormal as because it cannot recover the normal.G.K. Chesterton Our modern world finds itself in a truth conundrum. Trapped between reality and autonomy, unable to move forward without a blow to pride or sinking into further delusion. The mess of irrational truth claims […]
We would rather be ruined than changedWe would rather die in our dread Than climb the cross of the momentAnd let our illusions die.W.H. Auden, The Age of Anxiety If you read enough history, crossing borders and centuries is a common thread: we love to take old ideas and make them seem new. We like to […]