Poetry
You & the Pendulum She held a chain with a crystal suspended from it…
On those afternoons when I feel most fraught, broke as a joke, I breathe with the trees. Yes,…
As a woman of color in the academy, I do more labor than my white colleagues. But then I have guilt that my mother is laboring more than me. And I ask myself, “Was it worth it? Is it worth it?” In the fight, you have to remember to rest.
by Lydia Flores there is a languagethe tongue cannotkiss the teeth to speakbut there is…
dances
swirls on spiraled staircases sips on sun flowered
water. I am here with you victorious
reaching &
yes
remembering facts that dance with color
that breathe shades & hues & vibrate
sing
The phone rang, but I couldn’t answer
There were clouds of smoke
curling around my head
I was only real when I
touched myself.
