For my sisters, weeping

I woke up this morning and saw the news. Barely awake and suddenly weeping. Grief was drawn from the well of me, pulled up from my girlhood, womanhood. An excavation from the deep of my experience, and yours. I never, ever forget yours. And then – this morning – I screamed. Mouth against pillow. Careful,Continue reading “For my sisters, weeping”

The quiet rage of women

Someone organizes a candlelight vigil at the park. News of the intended gathering is shared on social media, and on the night, more than 3,000 people make their way south, down to the fields near the pier. Mostly New Yorkers, but some women come from other cities, from their own dark places, called forth toContinue reading “The quiet rage of women”

Spinning closer every second

Later, at the beach house she and her friends have rented for the weekend, Elliott takes a pillow and blanket and quietly pads out to the balcony. It is 3am and everyone else has passed out, couples curled into each other, or positioned back to back. She is, as usual the only single person here.Continue reading “Spinning closer every second”

Safer in the end

Very few people are all bad. Hardly anybody at all really. Maybe an irredeemable handful who were born with their wires muddled, missing. But the rest of us are works in progress. Reacting to our environments, growing or shrinking according to whatever light gets shined on us. It’s no excuse. Cruelty and ignorance cannot alwaysContinue reading “Safer in the end”

Women like me

Well-behaved women seldom make history – but they make for lovely girlfriends and wives, wouldn’t you say? Forgive me. There’s something bitter on my tongue today – in my fingers too. The burnt taste and feel of men like you. Wanting a piece of women like me (but never the whole) … So many times I’ve apologised (even now!) for resisting the border ofContinue reading “Women like me”

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”

She’s Someone (let me remind)

She’s someone. Your sister, mother, daughter, yes. But more than that – she’s someone. She has a line deep in her bones that takes us back. And she doesn’t belong to you, or with … she’s someone. You can carve her up, invade her – she’s someone. You can lift your virgins and trample your whores. She’sContinue reading “She’s Someone (let me remind)”