Making Waves (Poem)

They speak of waves. First wave, second wave How they waved us into the voting booth Onto rafts that carried us from the back alley-bu... → more

Poem (english)

My body is transgressive. My big hips, my thighs that rub together when I walk, my curly hair, and my dark eyes. They give me away as a ... → more

Wash away the shame, guilt, disgust, unknown, discomfort of how my body feels, looks, and functions. Shame that it “attracts” unwanted ... → more

My blood paints a new sunrise. I grapple with the future and my body. I feel disconnected from my body. I just think of my home in Univer... → more

My blood paints a new sunrise. My body is a flowing river, changing waters everyday. My body, natural, beautiful, in the middle of a ... → more

I am a dry desert—I withered away in grief for my Yahi chief. I am a dry desert, I withered away in pain, inflicted by the sun god. I ... → more

My body is a temple. Inside, there are ruins, From times of war, of Love, of destruction, of Restoration. My temple, has been ... → more

Hello Moon, we meet again. I remember how you started many cycles ago. You remind me that I have a womb. I promise I will protect you. I ... → more

Mi cuerpo es la tierra, firme pero suave. Carga y aguanta mucho peso de la vida. Carga mucho. Lucha cada día para sobrevivir. Mis múscu... → more

The air in my lungs feels toxic sometimes, like it hurts to breathe. The memories leave me gasping for air and with every breath that I ... → more

If my body is like the ocean, then it is vast and mysterious. There are unchartered quadrants, there is a curiosity to discover I can be ... → more