I should have rights, shouldn’t I? As a woman of this earth, this day, this year.   I do have rights, or at least I did two days ago Along with half of the world’s population….half! I’ve never lived through such a time of inequality….

Sometimes it hurts but was is it? it. Such a simple yet complex word. it can be anything. It stands in the place of what you need it to. It is always there. it. It can stand alone. It can stand in a group setting….

Prompts for the Eighth Hour Text Prompt Every year we have a new form prompt, and this year, it’s the Gigan, which is an invented form. There’s a detailed blog post about it here, and it includes an example Gigan, which always helps. Gigans must be…

I’m looking down at the pretty yellow cabanas all in a row like students in the classroom eyes forward facing the sun drenched gleaming water The cabanas look more like umbrellas of a single monotonous color standing at attention like good military soldiers. I prefer…

  Wishful Thinking Like Wordsworth and the Lake Poets I wish to rusticate; leave the bustle and daily grind behind; the tiresome car alarms, the screaming children, the mournful howls of the dog two doors down. I wish to sit in a bower, framed with…

Under the great baobab tree, we gather for a feast, great and small Forsaking any chores that may hold us down. We watch the battles that are fought on a bench, won by words and mind Dexterous fingers hovering over the beloved ayo game, hovering,…

In this country children are encouraged to play sports to help prepare them for wars to come The cheerleading, the fierce mascots, the school spirit the speeches, the bullying, the fight songs the sacrifices, the demonization of opponents In this country football is supreme as…

I dreamt I didn’t have a baby. Pregnant, the baby always dies, or I am just sterile.   I decide to bury the dream no one else needs to know Jotted on a slip of paper folded it in half and half again.   Tucked…

  Riptide   like a river after a storm strong, unseen currents   leave me gasping for breath for safety for some glimmer of hope   the decision feels like a riptide searing the fabric of my assuredness   and my solidity feels tenuous along…

Gigan Gigan I know now how to say it. I tried and tried My brain is fried There’s just no way to play it.   The instructions tripped me up after a  very slow re-reading. I’m not sure just immature My brain feels like it’s…