Letters to my Children
Thomas, I noticed the child spark in your eyes today. It’s never left you. It’s full of kindness, laughter, and a joy for life which turns garbage into cardboard palaces. I’m glad you and Julie are figuring it out. Yes, life is hard. Your words describe trouble
Letters to my Children
Edmond, I missed saying goodbye today, when you rushed off. You had a hop in your step which was like a kiss. I’m glad you are happy! That is the biggest gift, not only to me, but to the world. Your happiness is not ordinary, it’s radiant! You
Letters to my Children
Carl, You have a chair in my heart. You visit it often. We chat. You give me updates on your life. What you've been doing over the years, your worries, your happy moments, your successes. I don't actually hear your words. I feel them. Regardless of
Being Her
when you ask me to share my journey the discovery of myself what is your motive? underneath are you mentally gatekeeping? asking is she a SHE? so I may verify what details should I know about your conception?
Love Unwoven
after walking together for twenty-eight years our paths unraveled one year’s distance, I see we always walked with separate eyes in quietness I question are we traveling to a destination or dancing to a song? when someone enters should we press our fingers together bend in rhythm spin away
The Edge of Circles
it’s not my space anymore asked to leave because I’m me a woman with transgender history as I go my print-less steps beat in my broken heart
Love Unwoven
while having a difficult conversation about my gender transition I asked as we've been talking do you feel you’re talking with a man or a woman she replied it feels like I'm talking with myself
Being Her
every woman is unique so I don’t mind you knowing I’m transgender there’s only one critic whose gaze cuts deep she is brutal she is kind she is Satan she is Christ when she says I don’t pass I wither beneath her scorn when she says
The Edge of Circles
I know what it’s like to have zero friends from the top of the pulpit I was given the solution a role to put on the promise was simple and the only truth this turned out to be the venom of snakes when I shed that fake skin crawling
Sanctified Dust
like a sailor caught at sea boys cannot save themselves from the patriarchy women must we see through the fog because of our vantage point our experience despite knowing we are the lighthouse we may look to the power we grasp as we look inward beyond our heart deeper a
Sanctified Dust
If a man wants to destroy a sandcastle he stomps on it If a woman wants to destroy it she raises the tide wave upon wave she softly whisks away the castle little by little, it erodes and with the grains of sand she creates the beach
Sanctified Dust
I don't even know what masturbation is but I know I've done it the sin next to the sin next to murder when I spray semen, Christ sprays blood his pain enables my pleasure do I feel guilty? deeply like water into wine this contract turns