From the Women Who Called Forth the Muse

a little flash poetry, for Steph Kent Amidst yet another abstract conversation among the wisest of men Steph showed up fully asking: I’d be interested, if you’re game to share, what you found after the failure of forgiveness? Oh! lovely witness question...

The Return

I. Goodbye family who cannot bear the weight of me. Goodbye family whose deep pain my own frame cannot bear. We hung on for so long to outdated expectations to what we used to be failing each other, sinking our intertwined souls until it sickened, almost killed our...

Forgiving Myself

I love working with Bas. He’s part childhood pen pal,  part imaginary friend, part work colleague, part informal cultural attaché, and part best friend. And the fact that we’ve both been writing about transitions for several years without fully knowing we were...