Finding Your Voice in an American Prison
True domination means That all of the desires & impulses Come from the submissive;
A Ukraine Journal
Thirty miles south of Dallas the air smells of ozone and water. Thunderheads on the horizon in shades of indigo.
Bodies Under Siege in American Art
A finger so tender the diminishing coneflower’s center shocks a needle
up through reaching skin
I pull down my black dress & feed my child.
Outside the window, other women stare soberly, unchosen. I haven’t just given a person one hundred dollars. I’ve given hundreds of people nothing.
And when the rains came like lean wolves
we were ready.
Sister Angela is wearing the softest robe I have ever touched. Her hearing aids are out and her dentures crunch as they settle. She is beaming at me from the dark, her face soft from sleep, her small body laundry-scented.
