Your kokum’s scarf atop her head, matches my baba’s babushka next to her bed. Grandmothers joined by a floral cloth, transverse the broad...

plebeians long past their capitalism expiration the harsh tang of lives gone sour burnt umber corrosion speckling skin once vibrant zesty...

Tessa seriously reconsidered her decision to quit pilates last year when she heaved the first 40-pound bag of rice from the store shelf...

“We must save him,” my daughter cries and points down to reveal a pudgy bumble bee nestled in the tall grass weakened from servitude...

From the book "Outrageous Acts and Everyday Rebellions" by Gloria Steinem (c) 1986

how did you do it? all those nights you never knew when he would be home if he would be home or even worse knowing who he was with and...

Wake up to the day, Sleeping Beauty Dust the cobwebs from your head The coffee is strong And your prince has gone Now that his lust is...

resilience in the silence is tested offline away from scrutinizing eyes the moments no one spies are what will ultimately define who we...

It takes a certain skill to be an exterminator – one part psychologist, one part scientist, one part hitman. Every time someone opens...

1. tulip tepals colours of sunrise bathe the ground warm the spirit 2. crocus stavius unfold your plum petals so I may taste of your...

My children shouldn’t be friends. Before the pandemic, I could see them growing apart. Born four-years-and-four-days apart, my older son...

the women are not alright we are bleeding out slowly sacrificed at the alters of familial love and corporate subjugation bandaging...

1. Opening the closet, she licked her lips. She knew she shouldn’t, but the call was just too much to resist. Tiny chocolates procured by...

egg plucked from warm nest little bird gone before drawn breath I was watching waiting for you to hatch incubating, teeming rounding,...

The lies are ja gg ed. They catch on my tongue and I cringe when the s o u n d punctures my eardrums. My children ask Will I see my...

Make use of the things around you. The drunk English professor at the end of the notched oak bar. The screaming child and the crying...

I learned that if I am open to receiving, I will be filled with what I need. I learned that even if I may look fragile, if I am dropped I...

This is the week my eye starts to twitch. My hand shakes a bit when I reach for things. The timer in my head started sometime last week...

As I sit here in my rocking chair, watching my two children working from home in quarantine, I feel defeated. Nothing about this week has...

1. Point zero two grams each Fifty flakes to make an ounce Heavy to shovel 2. Outstretched limbs drop back Waving up to heaven White...