I am writingMy mother prays for soms and daughters she never birthed!So, where is the grief of all these days? A man walks out of his home and leaves his hat on the gate post. A mother waters the grass that…1 min read·Mar 5, 2020----
I am writingI am less parts me and more parts graves…I am less parts me and more parts graves. This is how my body is formed. A resistance, a revival, good bones, bad bones, my mother's ocean…1 min read·Feb 9, 2020----