A few weeks ago I launched my first writing workshop, "Finding Divinity In The Profane". Below is a participants response to the prompt: Where Do You Worship. Where do you worship? I worship in two beds One that swallows me whole And one that holds me hard Softness of a body And the hardness of… Continue reading Response: Where Do You Worship?
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Resources On Queer Misogyny Compiled By Femmes
Resources on Queer Misogyny, Transmisogyny, and Misogyny In General Compiled by Blyth Barnow from the brilliance found in the Femme Secret Society facebook group Header image created by the Femme who runs Wicked Queer This list of articles was generated as a result of countless conversations between Femmes about how to navigate the intense misogyny they… Continue reading Resources On Queer Misogyny Compiled By Femmes
100 Ways I’ve Grieved
It’s been 6 months. Some ways I've made it through: Wore black for 40 days Made an altar for you Put crystals in my bra Kept a candle lit whenever I was home Left your bags in my car Took grief herbs Ate nothing Avoided your name Cleaned my room Cleared out my closet Got my… Continue reading 100 Ways I’ve Grieved
Broken Things. A Eulogy
for Amanda "Arkansassy" Harris and All Of Us Amanda…... *pause* Strange isn’t it. How the sound of her name holds a new weight. As if it were an incantation. Or a lament. Strange how the whisper of her name can sometimes feel like a scream. That’s what grief does. It transforms. It disfigures. It makes… Continue reading Broken Things. A Eulogy
A Litany For Long-Term HIV/AIDS Survivors
Written after meeting Erin Allday, Kevin, and Mick of Last Men Standing an article and film about long term survivors of HIV/AIDS. One: For being unable to grieve Many: You are forgiven One: For not going to the funerals Many: You are forgiven One: For being unable to do anything Many: You are forgiven One: For working… Continue reading A Litany For Long-Term HIV/AIDS Survivors
12 Years Gone
You are 12 years gone. And yet I feel you beside me. These past few months you have walked with me when others couldn’t. It was you that prepared me. I remember the phone call. The one telling me you were gone. I screamed. I fell to the floor. A scream like that, it has… Continue reading 12 Years Gone
What I (think I) Know About Grief Is….
What I (think I) know about grief is…. It makes you forget. You get lost driving to work. You never know what day it is. You forget your lovers name, just for a second. What I (think I) know about grief is…. It changes time. You say last week. What you mean is yesterday. An… Continue reading What I (think I) Know About Grief Is….
While The Veil Is Thin
While the veil is thin I asked my Great Grandmother. I asked her what she would want for me. Maybe what she never had for herself. And I heard an answer. Felt it bubble forth from some secret spot under a gut so used to worry. There was no judgment. There never was. Judgment was… Continue reading While The Veil Is Thin
This Town.
This town, it is my memory. Like it was then, when we’d take turns as passengers, closing our eyes while others drove us through these streets we’d memorized, just so we could guess where we were. It was a game. We were never wrong. This town, it is a soundtrack, the vibration of electric bass and… Continue reading This Town.
This year, is an AIDS year.
St Augustine said that “Hope has two beautiful daughters; their names are Anger and Courage. Anger at the way things are, and Courage to see that they do not remain as they are.” I like that. I like thinking of hope as a productive thing. Too often we treat hope like it’s foolish, or lazy.… Continue reading This year, is an AIDS year.
