#7 I Have a Right to be Here

I am sheltered in the hidden-away part that my body fights to protect but that trembles to come forth. I nest in my belly and wonder if I can get past the nastiness that curdles in the depths. Echoes of self-doubt threaten to stifle me silent if…

#6 Lunch in the New South

It happened the other day in the back of a drugstore in a small Southern downtown. I was eating the Daily Special: fried sausage and potatoes with boiled cabbage and cornbread. I, a college-educated proud liberal, exchanged pleasantries with an old man that passed by….

#5 Sacred Soil

I wore my beige sandals today. As usual, I tore out of the house in a rush. Ran to the bank. Ran by the office to use the fax machine. Ran by the store. Starving. Ate fast food. Looked down at my shoes and saw…

#4 the hunt

my husband bestows me with gifts like a cat victorious from a late night hunt his smoldering saliva drips from his stunt his raw power quivering over my cunt   oreos, little debbie’s, peanut m and m’s my husband bestows me with gifts the peace bounty from…