The ways we celebrate your birthday after you die
Published by the South Florida Poetry Journal (SoFloPoJo) The first birthday after you died we partied as we thought you would have wanted us to, silly paper hats and Mardi gras beads and shots of…
What Grief Is
Published by the South Florida Poetry Journal (SoFloPoJo) My father says that grief, for him, is the riptide current of the prickly ocean, the not knowing when it will lurch at ankles, its swirling funnel…
The Womb, or “Why Pregnant Women Rub Their Bellies”
First published in The Elpis Pages, A Collective, available for purchase here. Proceeds benefit Planned Parenthood. my belly is a den I feel my cub push down, down towards the mouth of the cave…
On Geysers
Published by For Women Who Roar i’ve seen three geysers erupt one in reykjavik, the backdrop a glacial terrain another in Yellowstone, that faithful one the third came from my mother’s gut beneath her placid…
miscarriage
Published by For Women Who Roar “can you look at it” i asked, without meaning to say those words my head was in my uterus my womb was in my skull he saw the panic…
something that was said
“Mommy!” she cries, as I walk out of her bedroom. I look back and—“you forgot a hug,” she says. I didn’t forget, have just given her a fresh hug but I retreat, pulled back by…
My Mother Died and Left Me a Box of Poems
Originally published by The Hallowzine Issue 2. I didn’t mean to leave, she says after she is dead and body burnt. But leave she did, and all that survives her is a corpse of poems…
Interstate 695
Published by For Women Who Roar “I’ll never drive on that road again,” she said, as if it was the road who killed him with her tempting curves and shimmery guardrail waistband. It wasn’t…
What Do We Know of Mothers?
What do we know of motherhood when we don’t even know how it shaped our own mothers, changed their peripheral views, altered their hips and dreams and ovarian nightmares? We know them only as our…