Truth Matters – Words That Matter – Medium roxanegay: I wrote about the truth. Words matter Truth matters. “And then I feel guilty for being so myopic, having such petty concerns, while the world around[…]
Moon between Earth and sun, darkness in daylight, cellestial awe reflected face to face. Telescope pointed at the sky, microscope at a drop of water– stardust floats in every teardrop. In the deep dark, all[…]
Is it cereal day? If yes, celebration ensues. Mom’s just happy they’re fed and out the door in time. Response to: Egg Day
We used to have to wait hand to pen to paper like magic a message appeared words meant something to the sender the recipient an investment the cost of inconvenience made the effort prescious time[…]
I never loved my body, and then I did briefly. Transformed myself, but nothing stays as it should. Constantly teased as a kid, I never loved my body, and then I did. Hated the scale,[…]
He can’t read or remember what Mama told him to do, but he knows which set each tiny piece belongs to. Priorities.
an escape hatch she doesn’t ask who are you he won’t stay as mothers have proven he emerged don’t give up on what you made wonder fall decisions and grit full stop if death’s or[…]
He wants to be remembered when he dies; he doesn’t care quite how, but don’t forget. Going’s less important than how he went. He wrote his own obituary–lies about spies, explosions, and a corvette. He[…]
Let’s begin by saying, before we begin, that the following is not all of what the poet wanted to say or exactly how she would have or should have said it; however, having said that,[…]
School days mean cereal, but if it’s an egg day, he gives his order: fluffy clouds with cheese. Coming right up.