How to Take a Compliment
like a lady. A man once said: Some women just don’t know how to take a compliment. He was gross and I told him that, but I do think he was right. I know because I’m a woman and I’ve heard us blame ourselves for the discomfort we feel around…
Men, Stop Staring.
We are not here for your viewing pleasure. I was 11, the first time I noticed my mother giving what I later termed the death stare to a man in the grocery store. We were in the checkout line and I was bending over, probably with my butt sticking out…
Thoughts on the Feminine Unconscious There is a place for you here, with my body. Know this, because your warm mouth on my skin leaves a breath of cold air in its absence. Know it because I am constantly ready to hold you, your belly on my belly. …
memories of a mostly forgotten summer — Photo by author. spent the night on a loveseat with a dog while a boy I love slept upstairs in a room that had the scent of childhood we shared in another upstairs, dark softened by a lava lamp and the steady breathing of an older brother in the next…
A letter not sent.
Rain soaks our bedsheets for the last time
before a white blanket is finally laid upon them
putting our memories to sleep.
The storm beats tears against…
A cold walk.
An outdated dress.
Wind slid icy fingers up my legs.
Pushed me back so violently
I turned away
the sun shone out
through a pocket