Through my mother’s eyes

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece All my dreams and hopesU ripped from my chest and squished them between your fingersWhen I told you noEven dared to question your authority, which u didn’t likeSo to keep me thereFolding under the pressure of race men and their forceful politicsU tied a short leashContinue reading “Through my mother’s eyes”

Lessons

This is a “Weekly Spotlight” feature piece I’m watching my motherFrom my lowStoop/ a substantial womanIn body and mindGliding throughThe clutteredSpace of our roomAround my grandmother’s yellow arm chair,A hamper stuffed with clothesAnd both our desksLittered with papers—stories she wasTeaching me to write inA voice she was urging meTo use/Things she couldn’t learn me byContinue reading “Lessons”

Bird Sacrifice

This is a “Weekly Spotlight” feature piece I started this poem inspired by witches, priestesses, and conjurers—women who empower themselves by leaning on the spirits of our ancestors and deities. My mother is one of those women. She pours gin into her shrine pot, which is lined at the bottom with rocks fetched from theContinue reading “Bird Sacrifice”