Spaces for sunlight

I wrote this poem back in 2016, but these words have been going through my head for days: ...holding breath is not the way to breathe. Tensing muscles is not the way to stretch, and crumbling is not always breaking but a way of coming together with a space for sunlight... I went into yoga... Continue Reading →

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52 Cards: A Poem in 5 Acts

I. When I realize it’s been months since I wrote a poem I wonder why I’ve had nothing to say. Wonder why words do not burn my skull, why feelings do not pour from my fingers, why rage no longer screams my veins until I drip words- small, heavy, metallic - from artery to floor.... Continue Reading →

Day 10: This Is For My Sisters

This is for my sisters whose hearts break open with each new dawn. For those whose pulse sounds desperate in their temples. For beating hearts bruising tremulous veins. For those wearing skin like suits of armor: we are gladiators passing as sister, mother, daughter, friend; our breasts and waistlines labeled with adjectives not seen in... Continue Reading →

Day 9: Living Edgelessly

A really quick poem: Living Edgelessly Being a poet means living edgelessly on the verge. Always free- falling through life and line-breaks, there are poems in the vulnerability I carry like pocket-knife. In the lethal words I swallow. In the explosive battle of worth. I sweat from the outside in. Let water pool between my... Continue Reading →

Woman Body

Woman Body Woman body knows Spanx, push-up bras, and high-heeled shoes are designed to keep us small. Knows women used to faint on couches from corsets strangling breath. Woman body knows we have always survived on less: less oxygen, less stability, less money, less space, less rights, less of our own bodies. Woman body knows... Continue Reading →

My Voice Walks Into a Room

My voice walks into a room. I was going to start with hello? It’s me… by way of introduction but then I realized Adele already took that and now you’re all singing and I don’t have Adele’s voice and that’s not the kind of voice I’m talking about, and – Let’s start over. My voice... Continue Reading →

On Faith: Hitting the Light

Last week, I attended a retreat - "Courage to Lead for Young Leaders and Activists" - with Parker Palmer and his organization, "Center for Courage and Renewal." I feel this desire -- and something of a pressure -- to write about it. People keep asking me, "how was your trip?," "how was the retreat?," "what... Continue Reading →

Name This

Name This I have always been precise in my naming. I want the just-right word at the just-right time: I wield the power of my wording like a weapon. Verbing nouns, changing phrases to make them new and surprising, I move to the matters of soul heart-clenchingly quickly-- hold on, y'all. This is how things... Continue Reading →

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