when you are born female you learn real early on that people are waaaaay too comfortable talking to you under your clothes. it starts with comments about how cute you are or how much they like your dress. but slowly the comments turn to weight and height and whether or not you’ve started your menses….
Tag: Writing
adhd and me: life with distractions
here’s the thing in my life i am consistently inconsistent. i will start a hobby and nearly half way through completion…i’ll just walk away. i’ll make a decision about going into another advance degree program. i’ll line up all the information. do thorough research on which program best fits what i need and then…i go…
on boxes, bad music, and the drive to be more
what if everything you’ve ever been taught about yourself were true? what if you really aren’t good enough? what if you really are too short? or too tall? or too skinny? or too loud? what if everything that has been told to you were the absolute undeniable irrefutable truth of who you are? who would…
Invictus, indeed
“Mom!” He’s sitting mere inches from me but still feels the need to shout like I’m 500 yards away in a circus tent. “Yes.” I respond as calm as a cucumber. “This girl at school asked me if my ‘ash’ hurts. Then she said that my breath stinks.” His mouth is full of goldfish crackers…
His Mama Said, “You Don’t Have to Run. But You Do Have to Finish.”
Sprawled across a stranger’s lawn he yelled at me, “This was the worst idea you’ve ever had!” I would have slung him over my shoulders if my feet and back hadn’t been hurting and I didn’t have to go to the bathroom. There was also the fact that I pretty much agreed with everything he’d…
a tritina lullaby for mama
wide eyes take up doorways, begging me not to leave it’s not forever i chime but only goodnight near forgiveness, he is unconvinced but for his mother’s kiss this chair a portal and sleep’s sweet lingering kiss rest upon my eyes now panhandlers taking their leave a sleepless slumber my true reprieve on this goodnight…
favor in five courses
i. appetizer body of a child grown ripe from the lasciviousness of men past their prime judgement echoes of lies told millennia ago when the bristlecone pine was seedling language symbolic yet still a female could be taken against her will for the deceitful pleasure of males, justification lies in the fabrication of detail ii. soup how…
louisiana long green (a high yielding southern heirloom)
red and yellow, pink and green purple and orange and blue at 3 they sing of rainbows mimicking each verse like a small chorus of sparrows seeking approval, fruit treats doled out delicacies before an early afternoon nap vermillion is a casualty, tossed aside orange the pronounced star of this singular masterpiece, brushed across too much…
drawn out (ballad in b minor with blues guitar)
living hand to mouth though the hand not her own, the suckling mouth of thousands freed by her tenacity and wit called illiterate she moved through night like wind hiding fugitives in swamps covering her tracks with twigs pushing them all to liberty’s keep a woman who became myth lived with heartaches her own husband’s…
if you thought i would take it standing still…you got another thing coming
there was a time when i was both sad and broken. a time when my heart hurt so much that it actually felt like it was an entity moving outside my body. there was a time in my life when each day that i woke up i literally would count the seconds it took for…
fearfree living 