Letting the Memory Settle

As we skipped rocks at Walden Pond in steady rain, you told me I just needed practice, that my outstretched hand needed to move in one single, continuous motion. You selected each stone with care, inspecting their flatness as if choosing flowers for a date, only to send them off into the gloom, certain ofContinue reading “Letting the Memory Settle”

Watching strangers on the subway

I find a spot to stand on the train and it feels like a paradise, spaces between strangers sock and shoes and sweat and stories— let me keep my distance. Although there is a tiredness to it. I was taught I could do any damn thing, and I believe it: I feel my uniqueness liftingContinue reading “Watching strangers on the subway”

Self Love

I’m beginning to see self love in a different way.   Learning to love yourself for what you used to doubt, to question, to hate– that is the most important part.   The smile on your face, the eyebrows above it, the eyes a boy used to love, the stories within them.   Water canContinue reading “Self Love”

at the ocean

my intention, my desire, my secret wish is to simplify life.   many men have tried It; we heard about it.   It didn’t work.   many women have tried It; we didn’t hear about it.   (proof enough) It didn’t work.   we searched for It in churches and mosques, temples and tall, grayContinue reading “at the ocean”

on lunch break

how nice it is to sit by the river and unwind, blink by blink.   you know your same-old view in the city: skyscraper tree tops that leave you wanting for a chickadee   where can I find just one bird? (the pigeons are beautiful, mind you.)   I yearn to hear a song; the waterContinue reading “on lunch break”

Frozen Lake

It has taken me a while to sit in a dark corner, rest in my chair and think about the scene on the lake: children following chilled ear-muffed parents, falling into black puddles my eyes sore from their grimaces and yet, all too soon, they come back up again.   I was never too trustingContinue reading “Frozen Lake”

Washing Off Fear

Things that scare me: too much movement, not enough time, students failing classes, children falling in line to a code of conduct the state tends to copy from one generation to the next– why can’t they provide bandaids instead for the multitude of broken hearts and wings clipped off before they got to fly, myContinue reading “Washing Off Fear”

Blood

It is sacred– like limited water running across the Sahara I nourish every sip of forgotten holy land, hand born privilege unlimited love my face mirrors my father’s, gives thanks to my mother’s three-time-giving-birth- to-poetry that kept the old river running, just added some new water to the brink.   Family: it is sacred for never willContinue reading “Blood”

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