What Women Are Made Of There are many kinds of open. — Audre Lorde We are all ventricle, spine, lung, larynx, and gut. Clavicle and nape, what lies forked in an […]

from The Neighbour My dad was such a liar.       It was all about perception, I had to be a refined lady             I never carried myself like a slut, […]

  To A Future Reader I beg you, tell me the words I left ended up funny, gave you guffaws as the planet went all to hell in ways I […]

The Tale of Postpartum The doctor is ancient and I don’t think she can hear me when I say, my columna verterbral is on the outside now. She asks, do […]

Machinery My father loved every kind of machinery, relished bearings, splines, windings, and cogs, loved the tolerances between moving parts and the parts that moved the parts, the many separate […]

Melancholia The black dog approaches? I pry open the crooked jaw. Inside? A heady odor, elemental. And then? I spin through my life again. How so? Slow and fast, fast […]