Sister

Sister hides behind brunette mantle dyed burgundy, and I wonder whether obscured amber orbs jammed inside her eye sockets are human, or glass beads that once belonged to her favorite baby doll.   Sister says, I’m cursed like Mother, and I wonder whether she owns vocal cords, or plastic mama box manufactured in Japan.  Continue reading “Sister”

You Remind Me

You are droplets of sunlight in the midst of a rainstorm, reminding me the Constant breathes for me when I am drowning.   You are the Roar when my words won’t come— speaking for me, reminding me I am never voiceless.   In this world disparaged by the Blight of divisiveness, you are true Eden,Continue reading “You Remind Me”

grief (noun) deep sorrow, especially that caused by someone’s death

I’ve written the word grief so many times now, it appears to me to be misspelled–not even misspelled, but a term invented by an imagination most dark. I wish I could detail the profundity of my grief–of my sister’s grief–because I swear on everything deemed holy, if I have to defend myself, and my sister,Continue reading “grief (noun) deep sorrow, especially that caused by someone’s death”

For My Niece, Brand New Today

Dear Morgan, The world is enormously tragical, but within your brand new deep wondering eyes, I see all the beauty— every miracle that is, and ever will be. What omnipotent being exists who is pure as a sweet babe fresh from the womb? Morgan with immaculate heart, springtime flows through your veins— from baby’s breathContinue reading “For My Niece, Brand New Today”

Let’s Play Pretend

I’ve never let my imagination run away and out of my control; even as a child, I kept my personal fantasies realistic. I didn’t pretend I was a magician, or that a unicorn grazed in my backyard; and I don’t recall ever having an imaginary friend. Playing pretend with my friends was always a choreContinue reading “Let’s Play Pretend”

Rotting Penis Disease

Memories are just fragments of film. It’s odd, some of the events our brains retain, be they home movies, or pure fiction–intricate fabrications focused tighter and tighter over time. The power of suggestion is strong, indeed. My mother is one of those story tellers who believes in the fables she’s invented, says my dad. IContinue reading “Rotting Penis Disease”

Warrior Women Anthem: Aurora Phoenix & Kindra M. Austin

Thank you, Aurora Phoenix. You are a stunning writer, a fierce warrior, and gorgeous spirit. ❤ Yes, I know my place— and it’s not in the shadows of darkened corners, slumped over and bleeding, weeping. It’s not in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant or otherwise. It’s not in the hospital having bones reset, or split lipsContinue reading “Warrior Women Anthem: Aurora Phoenix & Kindra M. Austin”

A brief memoir for Tara, my beloved sister

I’m an excellent big sister–always have been, just ask Tara. Tara. My dusky hued beauty. I wanted a brother, for reasons I can no longer remember. I’m sure they were silly reasons, as I was just a five year old who believed no two people could have the same name; for fuck’s sake, I thoughtContinue reading “A brief memoir for Tara, my beloved sister”