We smiled at each other down in the dirt, sharing the strange moment of having survived.
Category: Roots
Direct lineage and memory, grounding ancestry in living soil.
Inheritance of the Womb
My vessel no longer commissionable to holding anything I don’t choose.
White Knuckles
My first crush, the one with butterflies and innocent fantasies, was for my science and math teacher. His kindness and patience made me feel safe and warm.
Swift as Blood
My instincts are for me first, then they guide my actions so they can be chosen with consciousness.
Descent into October
October begins my descent into darkness, internal and eternal.
Lessons in Warmth
I learned to build a fire out of necessity.
Among Graves
Things end. Life ends. And that feels peaceful and hopeful to me.
Bud and the Wild Gifts
He loved teaching us about the land, and we listened with our whole hearts.
The River Shells
Now I know Joe brought the ocean to us. We’d never been. He inspired our hearts to wish and receive.
The Politics of In-Laws
He wore those slippers until they split at the lip, wore down the heels to holes.
Jasmine on the Grave 