Poetry
Two days before she gives birth, the 38-year-old watches a breastfeeding video from a national health institute, but it’s hard to practice without a baby.
The fractures, herniation, and slippages somehow become tolerable, managed through an elaborate system of forgetting and excusing and stores of fortitude that might otherwise be dedicated to breaking that which breaks us.
my blood moves like tectonic plates: so slow one might not notice, but notice first,…
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…
