he loves deeply is feral-angry cries rivers
motherhood
the shift: the kids are back in school.
The interior of our childrens schools feel other-wordly now, dare we place a toe over the treshold.
the other mother
Her snail’s pace is patience, thrumming through the rooms where I try to exist.
For Him.
It all happened in an instant, just like the lightning rush.
postpartum
it took a year for it / to die, shelled and / alone in a far corner of / the unkempt living room.
sustainability
i've grown feral.
mothering
the one with the match / gets no credit for the heat.
homecoming
I rose with the sun / and the swift love
[after]birth
skin to skin / blood and breath.
body as magic
it offends by / simply existing
Magic Mama 