A Letter to My Rapist
Dear Trent, Hi, it’s me. It’s been just over fifteen years since we last saw each other. Life sure has changed since the wee hours
Dear Trent, Hi, it’s me. It’s been just over fifteen years since we last saw each other. Life sure has changed since the wee hours
Standing in front of my students, my heart beats with the rhythm of the classroom: clock ticking in strained rotation, papers rustling through thick binder
A year ago, when I was working at a small insurance company, my work bestie invited me to a vision board party. We were having
Humidity hung in the air, clogging the metro tunnels. I emerged from the dank underground to find sun sparkling through the shadows of trees as
My very pregnant former belly dance teacher is front and center in her red costume shimmying fiercely with a wide-ass grin on her face and
I. Brown eyes / sketched in dreams that feed upon the bluest sky hair / unruly in its stretch to reach the greenest valleys
I walked the familiar route; the same one I’d taken a few days ago, shuffling through contractions. Now I was making the treksolo, my son