Month: July 2015

Leda, Eurydice, and Diana

I’ve spent more than a little time wondering what would happen if famous mythological figures were fleshed-out by ACTUAL women, who know that our brains and feelings don’t just work in black-and-white.

sound of chromosomes

No matter how hard one tries to expel nomenclature, the minor keys linger in all-night gas stations.

The Way Your Husband Walks Beside You

The doctor asks, were you blue as death

or infancy? Metal on flame

and bearing it or mad, embracing it,

I say. Without praise.

Ink-stone

you are a brush of calligraphy
sweeping designs across my belly
ink splattering circles and symbols
like a string of black lipped oyster pearls
strewn between my thighs

Speaking with Arati Warrier

I think it’s really important to recognize some of the issues I write about are bigger than myself. So if I’m able to connect on a bigger scale (whether that be with a community, nationally, or globally), I’ve achieved my purpose. But, I can’t reach anyone if I’m not first being honest with myself.

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