Granite walls without grout, one slab, no bricks, erected tall and long, concentric circles starting tight around my heart, the widest one right beneath soft skin the world sees my faux armor – I found this rock, mined it myself, alone, as I was trained to be for eternity. My makers were dedicated, but they…
I wander by the water's edge, waiting for you to splash haphazardly in with no inhibitions. Only then will I trust enough to let the shallows lap at the tip of my big toe. An inch of bare skin is skinny-dipping in my mind. I watch the ripples cascade down your bare back. I want…
When I was a child, they never told me I had a uterus and my eggs were more valuable than I. They never told me my penis’d peers were the ones who could be whatever. I wanted to live /free/ my mind. They never told me the organ/ization I never asked for would follow me…
I posted this on my Facebook page when the SCOTUS draft opinion overturning Roe v. Wade was leaked. Now that it's official, so is the poem — on my website. It feels weird to tell you to enjoy the poem, given how I explore the implications of what is coming regarding women's rights, but commiserate…
It's misleading of me to post a link to this website everywhere on social media as the place to find me online, and then not post anything here for months. I feel disingenuous being so obsessed with Twitter and the childfree "movement" (I hate calling it that, when I decided all on my own I…
In my dreams, I lasso Saturn and pull him close, his rings really just part of my weapon, invisible rope tugging him in for a hug, as though solid enough for my arms to squeeze, like those memories I know I could reach out and touch, if only a light projected from my eye onto…
Torches light intersecting lanes: moments of clarity from above illuminating dull bright beams off hoary eyes. For some, this is enough to see the next path their feet must follow, despite striking toes on stones in puddles of midnight. But others seek the hermit for hire with his swinging lantern, portable lighthouse ever-shining for ships…
What you see is what you seek. What you seek is what you're sold. Do as you're told or don't think at all, so they scold. But how can you find balance if you don't know? But what can you know without being told? Sea or Tea, erase the question altogether...it's up to you. In…
A poem preview from my upcoming book Nulligravida, out October 31st! If you're childfree or a fence-sitter, you don't want to miss this. CW: This particular poem is a metaphor for either using emergency contraception or obtaining a pre-viability abortion. Photo by Daniel Absi on Pexels.com All I did was pick a weed but you…
In two days, my new collection Nulligravida will be released. If you follow me on Twitter, you'll know I've been talking about this for awhile, but this is the first mention of it on my actual website. (I know, I've been away for some months — I've been busy writing behind the scenes amidst the…
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