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Blood splattered socks

Blood splattered socks

On any other day she would be considered unkempt. Her loosened hair is now matted amongst three day old braids. There are fluids staining the back of her blue gown. She has unbrushed teeth, despite vomiting all the curry from the night before. She’s eaten only popsicles since, and those too, pink, purple and orange,… Read more

What she left

What she left

I miss you when I’m making soup. Remembering the way you effortlessly threw together mediocre ingredients to make something out of nothing. Your hands methodically chopping the root vegetables, as the meat lay waiting in its styrofoam tray, beside the plastic bottle of Pepsi. I miss watching you, never needing a recipe for your sugar… Read more

My moons, my moms

My moons, my moms

Like the moon, in our pregnancy we expand. Slowly, gradually, and over a set gestation, And then, when we are full, we birth new life. Like the moon too, we then wane. Having given every ounce of our energy and our being to our creation, we sacrifice all that was. Physically, emotionally, we decompress. We… Read more

My torso turtleneck

My torso turtleneck

It’s raining outside and you hold me tight. Upright, even, against the storm. Yours is the snug embrace that meets me where I’m at. On any given day, you have no expectations of me other than to grow. To continue growing, as a person, growing a person. You are my maternity pants. Accepting when my… Read more

Seven lives

Seven lives

Seven times this year I was blessed. Seven times I saw a mother made, a father created and a family born. Seven times I was reminded magic still exists. In May I returned to my work and dove in, and seven times since I was witness to brilliance and beauty, amidst the chaos, political turmoil,… Read more

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