Instead of tears the words come spilling out of me, and I’ve grown weary from trying to divert the flow of them. I’ve grown weary from the thoughts that fest...

In the evening when the boys have gone to be with you my fingers trace the edges of book bindings. I trace them like old memories of when my brain was part o...

We have covenanted--not to break--many things. To never be wicked Wickedness never was happiness. To bury our weapons of war Let the soil swallow our shields...

If you call on love, but it doesn’t answer don’t assume it is indifferent, or yourself unworthy. Not if you call with the most wounded and sacred parts of yo...

Clean the kitchen; secure iron pipes under the sink Bedside table: finish tile mosaic, reread dead teacher's letter; clean spilled ink Dogs: be here, be here...

The words have become comfort I’ve learned to inject into myself when my mind won’t stop reminding me that I’ve been broken. Broken through the middle like o...

Some days are easier When I don’t see you like that Where we are just friends And we laugh And eat And cry Some days are harder When I wish you were mine And...

The body of the mother of my body sits small as a nutshell, in the care-home bed. Sometimes she hums. Some times she smiles, wan and gentle. Her room is brig...

There is a battle in me. A war raging between what my mind has been taught to be true, and what my soul and body are fighting to live naturally. Some days it...

I’m beginning to think that it was never meant to be a final goodbye. I am beginning to feel like the aperture of mortality was too tight of a confine to let...

I hadn’t realized how wearing modest clothing was like Wearing male judgment right next to my skin. Boobs too big, or too small, with stretch marks on them, ...

I want to know when the longing will go away for you. A longing to share a secret circle of inside jokes. A longing to feel our fingers entwined. A longing f...

they told me, "you come to God. he doesn't come to you." so i sat. listened. believed. dug my fingernails into my palm and pulsed. i didn't know why then, bu...

Six years down the road perhaps there will be another woman who will stir heaven in my solar plexus. Perhaps the sound of her laughter will arouse life in me...

Transfigured by Ash Rowan I climb the mountain, alone: hand    over hand and foot    over foot, with no one to greet me at the summit but birdsong and breez...

A random algorithm played one of your songs today. I listed to it once, twice, three times before I stopped to ask myself why we push on bruises to see if th...

I can see now Why I've always felt awkward hugging other women. It felt so good And so shameful. I can see now Why I didn't have a genuine crush on a boy Unt...

And like Anne spelled with an E, she apologized for not being a boy, because that's what I wanted, right? And, no, all I ever wanted was for them to know how...

My husband and I named my wife In the corner of a Wendy’s parking lot. Me, scrolling through baby names — Him, eating a cheeseburger. Kylie, Kim, Kyla, Keish...