Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Sorrow sings to men who sleep with guns Time erodes land to dust and bodies to bone Sky loses color, rivers run black How can masculinity survive? Who says it has to? My ovaries are not your mistress My hands are not your maid If you want to preach natural Read more
*Opening of a short story entitled ‘Camille’ focusing on a perceived vampire of the Victorian era, Camille Monfort. Men flock to me as hungry birds, ravenous for otherness, an exotic morsel to devour. I’m a unique flower, one that grows on mountaintops, cast away from all others that pale in Read more
Survive; Survivor; Survived. What does it mean? Is it what they survived? Or what we survived? What I survived? That’s definable – the ‘what’; Danger, violence, terror. The suffocating distress of it. But what does surviving look like? Is it still being alive? Is it still carrying on? Is it Read more
At breakfast, you tell me the world cannot be held with words—it must be shaped like a cave painting that accepts its life as a slice of the whole. Words are ambitious, you say, they imagine they can contain whatever I yearn to contain. Words are a beautiful bit in Read more
Four years later, Keith and I were married and living in New York City, and Jordan was no longer a “young bullock without blemish.” He still had his issues with school, and Mom and Dad transferred him from the suburban public high school the rest of us had attended to Read more
I. James Edward the Third entered the world like a limp bruise—purple against the sterile room—in a silence that hurt my ears from straining, stretching and stretching, taking with it his brain cells and future. Some of you will know what I mean. I’m sorry for that. The only thing Read more
Leaves go Sightlines clear This is winter’s remark Leaning trees Crazy cross-hatch, we Rail against each other Now things are laid bare and Propped up Out of love’s long habit The strife will quiet as darkness Bears down Leave it until spring, the trees will Hide their torn ground, too Read more
