june 17, 2017

I didn’t share a poem for three years.   For three years stories and poetry swirled inside me, reaching every limb, screaming at every vein, wanting to be heard. I have pages of poetry, my life exposed in journals, every page a new stanza. Kendrick (my partner) believes he’s partly responsible  for my distance from…

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“I love words but they are no longer enough. I think in imagery, color and sounds that do not always equate to language.”

motherhood and other foul words

It’s honesty hour. I didn’t want my babies… Before people start offering unsolicited opinions about how children are a blessing, and shame me for speaking my truth, let’s be clear. My body is mine. I’ve chosen to birth and love my children. They are the most beautiful creations that I have been fortunate enough to…

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