The doors keep opening, And though my head is still heavy for the pillow, I accept it as a slamming omen, To at least write this sentence, About opening, slamming, sentence-rising, omens. It came to…
Browsing Category on motherhood
where blue meets blue
a world where stars live in the ocean those are the boundaries of his Possible where blue and blue meet in boundless bardo and just when I saw it taking shape in the distance his…
November Watermelon & the Geographical Seasons of Darkness, Shade, and Light
The prompt: June: Historical, Cultural, Personal Memories Eternal summer. Who doesn’t want 70 degrees 7 days a week? That’s what they say in San Diego. And wasn’t life sunshine. The money flowed. The boyfriend had…
8 legs, 1 life
Wisdom, they call it, at the root of that reptilian-twitch, I put the mundane down, look over my shoulder and slowly follow my body out the door. His words are muffled by the back of…
On the day you were born…
On the day you were conceived, July 2nd, 2014, Mama fell into a deep afternoon nap and woke up to a “familiar knocking” in her womb. Her cobwebby recollection was of a dream in which…
stammer, stutter, hiccup
If you have ever stared suspiciously at the stars, you have wondered what it feels like to be pregnant. Both states stammer in the face of other-worldliness. In the suddenly quiet corner of the room,…
ode to snowplow
Ode to snow plow. Dearest snow plow, Will you ever know? The way your rumble up the street, Cuts a tantrum in two. The morning pro-clothes argument (any clothes mind you) Tossed in the air…
motherhood subtitled
My son’s daily insistence on the wear of his red rubber boots is fitting. Less than two and a half years navigating the gravity of this planet and already he is fierce in stomping out…
on hypnobirthing
(My hypnobirthing doula from my first pregnancy/birth asked me for a quote on my experience…) They refer to it as “hypno” but I think “mindful birthing” would be more fitting. Yes, the meditations and affirmations…