They are my stories

These are not suitcases. They are my stories. I carry them with me, yes, and at times – at 2ams and altitudes – my shoulders slump with their heft. The weight of past mistakes and all of the leaving. I spin the world backward, these times. Searching with my finger across the whirring, blurring globeContinue reading “They are my stories”

March

One foot in front of the other, my sisters. One foot in front of the other. I’ll be there right beside you, every step of the way. *Poster Art: WOMEN’S MARCH ON WASHINGTON – JENNIFER MARAVILLAS* Know your history. Know her story. Seek out Audre, Alice, Maya, Gloria – seek out all the incredible women who speak bone deep, beautifulContinue reading “March”

Void

I can tin-plate my skin and heart against your impact, but always the cracks appear. Always, this slow shattering when the moon is full, or the sun is blinding. It happens when I close my eyes. Or when I open them under water, or when I stand in the earliest morning, all surface and rain and disappearing. All of the forgetting, andContinue reading “Void”

Into something stronger

So many people die protecting their heart, instead of exposing it. They never once say – Fuck it! I’m in. It wouldn’t work? Who cares! Let’s try! They never take the leap, and risk the fall. The knowing, finally, that you are on your way now. Or free to leave, once and for all. It might break theirContinue reading “Into something stronger”

When you are 15, and dreaming of it …

If you’ve checked out my About Me page you’ll know I’m a Broadway Baby – I love musical theatre and regularly steal borrow from the genre. Whether it’s naming my lead character Maggie Valentine after West End legend Ruthie Henshall (no, really – it’s connected!), or using the lyrical genius of Sondheim to anchor aContinue reading “When you are 15, and dreaming of it …”