“My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t know that they are naked there is something burning in here.” –Andrea Gibson December// We are sitting in a hot tub in the dead of winter, falling in love. It is far below freezing outside but the water is warm like wet fire. I am submerged, only my shoulders are out in the air and the cold bites my…
blossoms
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Still I Rise
Read moreJust like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. You may shoot me…
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spring afternoons + maternity leave
Read moreAfter what felt like the never-ending winter, spring is finally springing around here. Mother nature has been doing a little bit of teasing still. Earlier this week it went up to eighty (summer temperature!) but today it was back down to normal spring temps. I…