Category: Poetry
five hours of active labor six hard pushes you are born outside my body your little body is learning to hold heat but not enough off you…
Once upon a time, I threw out the script and started over. People do this every day. We imagine what’s possible and make a choice. A small colony…
My mother was born in the days before the 228 Massacre. She never spoke directly of it during my childhood. When my own daughter was born, I started…
One of my projects this year is to unearth my old poems. It seems fitting to kick off such an archaeological project with this longish poem that came…