On sadness, with love
I am profoundly sad A shell of who I was. Just a week ago Hope was renewed But now I sit Empty again
MoreA memoir in progress, about living life in unruly bodies
Samira
I'm going to rock the show.
That voice
I heard my mom sing today It was beautiful Especially after the doctor’s visit She’d said, it’s unusual But people have lived for years With metastatic disease She had to say unusual Why did she have to say unusual? Mom took it as hope I was gripped with fear But we heard “Strangers in the […]
MoreFlower boxes
I like to walk the sidewalks Man’s created sidewalks Adorned with flowers Bringing nature back Back from where we sent it Contained Curated Colorful We adorn our sidewalks The streets man created Grown beyond what we can control The street’s ritual Beckoning our life Asking us for its beauty Back from where we sent it […]
MoreProse no more
When I was sick The words flowed In flowery prose Quick off my tongue With her sick There’s just words Stagnant in the air Trapped Without their phrases Clauses broken Hearts shattered Sacred words Alone
MoreShe didn’t have her lipstick on
My mom has breast cancer. What a crap thing to have to write down. I know most people probably think their mothers are magic, but mine really is. You see, just a few years ago, I had a brain tumor and the day we found it she clasped her hands around my head as I […]
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