Celebrate women, celebrate our stories. And as I saw posted on twitter a few days ago: “Like the art you like, not the art you think you’re supposed to like.”
I sign my middle name to my poetry because it’s my mother’s, blotted out by my father like an eclipse. My dad’s brief ownership of her…… Read more “Poem of the Day 4.4.17”
I’m so afraid of the unfamiliar that I grind the familiar to a pulp; I ring it until there’s nothing left and we can’t make eye contact.…… Read more “Poem of the Day 3.22.17”
To My Grammy
Movie review of Before I Fall with a gender and sexuality lens.
Poems rattle around my brain like loose batteries living in a junk drawer. WRITE ME! each poem screams when I dare to look; I close the drawer…… Read more “Poem of the Day 3.10.17”