Poetry

I always go back to imagery of the earth as the ultimate female being – mother earth, truly. There’s a universal truth in the role of planet as our home. She’s a womb with a flawless combination of natural conditions to cultivate life. I find …

Sometimes I don’t understand what love is It’s tired and overused It’s an excuse for fucking and fucking up and forgiving Sometimes I do understand when I sit next to my sister and she hates how I chew and I hate how stubborn she is …

I’ve been thinking a lot about how different my life is than generations past, because of the experiences and hardship that came before me. Wondering if I’ve disappointed or abandoned the powerful roots of women in my family because I live within the comfort they …

On Sunday night by the stovetop light I meditate to the rhythm of the cutting board knife metronome tapping out a culinary dance. I study the smooth indents left by pear seeds think of how these fruits are my sisters our bodies speak soft languages …

Often I struggle with the polarity of my identity. Today I turned this over and over and digested it. Here’s what came out.   –   I think about how my privilege and my woman-ness clash up against each other have conversations while I sleep …