Indeed, women are extremely primitive. We can hear the sounds of sinister men from miles away, carried in on a line that our greatest grandmothers tatted lifetimes ago, tied to their wrists and whispered, “I won’t let them find you.” Our wombs are lined with watchful gargoyles that release poison when enemies approach. We have evolved armor over centuries, callouses that keep us ready to battle against soft men with lotion-soaked hands. You have never seen fight or flight like this because our first target is your eyes, little man,… Read more Extremely primitive →
It was my therapist who first read me “Wild Geese” when I was nineteen and too young to believe I had a place in the family of things. It was… Read more For Mary Oliver →
I might have wanted to create life if I had not known fear all of mine. These empty wombs are a protest against every panic attack every patch of dry… Read more The final generations →
Dance like no one is watching laugh like you have hope for something throw shade like a giant umbrella roll your eyes at the sad internet fellas who have nothing better to do but to Footloose police your youth on the day your begin your work to dismantle their patriarchal perks. Conservatives Have Exposed AOC’s Incredibly Wholesome Past — Jan. 3, 2019 Just hours after Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez was sworn in as congresswoman, a random Twitter user came forward with a little thing from the politician’s past that they believed to be incriminating,… Read more Shake it off →
Ancient mud pies discarded at dinnertime a small snowman stored with hope in a freezer whatever you leave behind will find a mind of its own mutate and regenerate into… Read more Strange, cold world →
Footfalls on peeling linoleum floors echo in empty hallways, like the canyons that we will one day fill with trash. What was once the dream of this land? That we… Read more Shut Down →
Never having seen a map, the boy stepped into unfamiliar land. The people were the map. They held him fast, traced a path to another place: a paradise of prosperity… Read more “Can you show me the world?” →
Ruth, you beautiful creature, you spin history with your delicate fingers, telling men to step off our pieced-together capes that sputter us toward a future state – where we live… Read more Ruth →
