Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
You have wandered this road for a long time. You have left versions of yourself along the way, like sluffed off skins of earlier snakes. There are times when longing pulls you back to examine the scraps of tissue paper skin that hint at the nature of these other selves. Read more
Lisa Tellor-Kelley’s poetry collection ‘My Body Bonded with Superglue,’ published by Animal Heart Press is a woman’s journey through diagnosis, treatment, and healing of breast cancer. The poet takes us on the emotional and physical voyage of having breasts removed and coming to terms with what that means for personal Read more
I say I know Minnesota like the back of my hand. I don’t know the back of my hand. I wouldn’t recognize it on the street or if it slammed a door. 1 Not like I recognize the lines etched near my eyes, I saw them emerging at 20 and Read more
You want to be a part of me, your absence of color like spider’s silk growing, surrounded by a sea of dark strands, lonely. Patiently, you wait for me to find you, but my job, chores, phone calls, and the rest of routine that comes with family keep me distracted Read more
“Home, is it just a word? Or is it something that you carry within you?” —Nomadland I met Mia when I was walking my dog Izzy about three o’clock yesterday afternoon. It was hot. Arizona hot. High 90s in April. After a lovely week in the 70s, a Read more
Four girls, heads together Wish to be seen seeing me. Their gaze sashays past mine, and in their hair Fork-tongued ribbons turn to snakes, Babbling in hisses, as their mistresses do, Dancing as though my faltering words Were music from a charmer’s flute. The girls look at me, Then Read more
Fifth Grade. 10 years old. I chose Harriet Tubman. My mom made my dress measured and cut to size. I was Harriet Tubman, but I was unlike her, a skinny shy kid, the tallest fifth-grader, slouching in my chair, a white girl trying to hide in the crowd. My dress Read more
