is my least favorite store on earth. The lighting ghosts my face. The music is nauseating. And all their products remind me of little children bent over their work, thinking themselves lucky that they have this fourteen-hours-a-day job that teases their tiny bellies with not enough food. It’s easy to forget all that when you […]
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I can’t swim I’m drowning The sun shines Through the water Hitting my skin But I don’t feel warm I can’t breathe I’m immobile The water is clear I can see your face Smiling Such a contrast To my tear faced one The water pulls me To the shore Away from the shore I’m drowning […]
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You say you do not like the idea of bodies. Afraid of being nothing more than your weathered hands or shaky knees, I question whoever gave you the idea that this was possible. That you could be minimized to your eyes or your nose, your weight or your clothes, can I start a revolution? A […]
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My kids have reached the age where they love to crank up whatever they’re listening to. Whether they’re listening to music on their headphones or watching a movie on the TV or their computer, the louder the better. Of course, this is terrible for their ears, and my husband and I are constantly asking them […]
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Daughter Dawn Christine wakes under gray cracked South Bend, Indiana skies. Date is November 3, 1965, Memorial Hospital. The moon moves back, shelters this infant. Dawn shows her face for the first time. God is a deliveryman, right on time. Young parents, we sweep hallways with my mother Edith, reduce rent, we survive, train me […]
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