Category: Personal

Poem: Your Name

Like a dirty word, Like an accusation, Like an insult, Like a crime. I hear it, and it’s like being punched in the throat, Like being slit from breast to navel, Like being startled to A heart attack, Like having someone leap From around a corner. How my entire body Jolts, Intestines to stomach and lungs to…

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Poem: A Most Fitting Cliche

The final cut: Like fresh shaven legs Or the snip-snip of a “new do” Or a new dye job Or trashing an entire wardrobe Like wanting everything to be different Wanting nothing to recognize And no memories to ache Or photos to caress No name badge to don And no ducking behind walls No working…

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Poem: I hate this poem 

I was once a little girl Spinning in circles, eyes cast down Watching my dress bloom around me from my waist, detaching at the knees reaching out, around and around until the galaxies kept in my brain Exploded, and I fell to the ground in ecstasy, while the earth reminded me that She is indeed…

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Poem: The Inadequecy of Words

How do you explain something that does not exist anywhere but your head? How do you form words for feelings impossible? How do you talk about the cracks in your brain caused by no weapons? 13 new countries, 16 new homes, 60 interviews, 500 new friends, 459 good-byes, and 1 lie: “Yes, I’ll come back”–because…

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Micro Story: Memories

From before my birth, my mother ran a daycare. My early memories are laced with the faded faces of children I barely remember or speak to anymore. Daycare was conducted in the garage-turned playroom of the single story home of my early childhood and planted on the corner of Second and Vicky. It seemed so…

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Poem: Brave

I found her again. The fearless traveler and the independent woman. The unafraid to explore the unknown, unafraid of being lost, and unafraid of being alone woman. The flirt and the extrovert—the confident and ready for anything woman. The yes woman and the go-getter. The sitting in a café enjoying every last drop of her…

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Poem: Infinite Soul

It was a hot summer day in a small room in my even smaller town when I first understood that I did not belong to myself, that my body was not my own, and that I was inherently limited. Fifteen of us middle schoolers and our group leader sat in a circle, fidgeting in white…

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Poem(ish): Volatile

 I walk out of my favorite coffee shop and before my eyes walks this beautiful woman–swollen at the belly. I look to the man beside her, and your face rips through the barriers of my mind, emptying out the memories I’d purposefully hid away. And suddenly, the pain and heartbreak of letting you go comes back…

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Poem: My Life

My life is an unmade bed, empty and still warm. Sitting on the floor, waiting for the soft footsteps on brown 70’s carpet, Hoping he’d come back to me. My life is the silence, save the VHS player, clicking clicking clicking, in the other room. “Be Kind Rewind” says the tape. But there’s no reverse…

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