Children are like commas, I think. They bring pauses, in a day of important things. Little hands touch our face, they clarify, Love. Making sense of the world: a bird, a worm, a friend. They distill it all and we have to ask, what is important. The broken sleep and all the time, join our independent selves […]
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.
We painted Ru de la SantéBy guillotine.Scheunenvietel glittered with violence. We turned the soil of Choeung Ekto plant bonesMississippi trees bore strange fruit We turned Kigali sanctuaryto Tutsi cemetery.American streets are safer than her wombs. We are the riotous, genocidal lynchers.Map lines cross and change, blood-thirsty people stay the same. We shouted–crucify himwhen it was […]
Little firesI heard…and she said that he saidandI would neverLook at that forest ablaze Little daggersdid you know?andI can’t believe itandI just know it to be trueHow deep those wounds go Little morselsthey go down sweetandit was just talkand it meant no harmNot all poison is bitter Little wordslittle liesand little breaches of trustandlittle cursesSticks […]