nor what you assume they say about me. I am the steady voice that asks them to be used. not just IN control I am control even when I consensually give it away. I am a sovereign entity, allocating all this power exactly as I see fit, boundless even when bound I am safe. IContinue reading “I am not the handcuffs on my bed post,”
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I. In my family it is an heirloom to stand in doorways with men and watch their going
to freeze in gridlock and wonder, “Should I revolt against this? Should I play this game of tug of warring elements? Is that form of protest worth the tsunami?” I am the one in the family who usually decides it is. As I watch my tight rope walker fall or jump or dive from theContinue reading “I. In my family it is an heirloom to stand in doorways with men and watch their going”
Perhaps you fell in love with the idea of me.
It was my hair, wasn’t it? it accented your t-shirt at the time or your eye color, or your endless insecurities. you forgot entirely that i am a person entirely- not just a big smile, an aesthetic, some kind of misplaced manic pixie dream girl let loose in the wild for you to discover andContinue reading “Perhaps you fell in love with the idea of me.”
Congratulations!
You’ve won a some expenses paid trip to the land of adulthood- lifetime supply of responsibility, reflection and potential redemption included. peace of mind sold separately. sense of purpose and self sold separately. patience sold separately. most everything sold separately. some assembly required. (or a lot of assembly required) level of assembly required dependent onContinue reading “Congratulations!”
today i am grateful to have a skeleton
that feels brave enough to speak up to me when i am treating it unkindly and thankful that i am privileged enough to answer his call. today i am working through a thesis about building structures to support my students with heavy hands that feel hot gravel graced each time i click clack a letterContinue reading “today i am grateful to have a skeleton”
you can’t leave a mirror
the first time you really see your reflection realness, alive in awe and echo and everything you are. you can’t fly away from a fire that flies you forward like fruit flies towards tangerine you are light like love that kaleidoscope kisses you kindly and kicks you kindly like a kite in a climate itContinue reading “you can’t leave a mirror”
Cramped in the corners of my crisising cranium, I cringe, I creak, I forget my own value again, forget my own name again. There are fifteen days of every month that I am not myself and therefore I am still myself but a part of me I prefer not to present, presently I am learningContinue reading
On teaching a relatively young dog (who is the oldest she has ever been in her defense) new tricks:
I’m always thinking about Sundays about 11:59 pm about things ending about time and how it’s just a social construct and how even if it is just a social construct it’s still totally tripping me up all the damn time. I’ve got a handful of plans about everything (at any given instance) and I can easilyContinue reading “On teaching a relatively young dog (who is the oldest she has ever been in her defense) new tricks:”
Kids are so resilient,
bouncing back and back and back andbelieving “i’m sorry(‘s)“every time they are spokenand not questioning “i promise“or “i love you” or “i mean it(‘s)“.they are everyone’s advocate they are proudand generousthey are forgivingthey are relentlessthey are effervescentand curious.they are teachers. -&
a collection of words about young hands holding paint brushes.
(context: these are about my time at Sheppard Elementary School in North Philadelphia helping muralist Sandra Gonzalez with a mural project in the school. a group of us worked with different classrooms of the elementary school students to help them paint tiles for the mural to be installed in their school) The fountain of youth need not be discovered.Continue reading “a collection of words about young hands holding paint brushes.”
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