God is good to me. I wait & I wait & I wait And each morning I rise I stumbled out of bed And stay frozen there Sometimes. God is good to me. I bite my tongue and let the blood collect in my mouth I tear up my clothes and scatter them around my … Continue reading poetry// illness
Month: April 2018
poetry// holy water
Water is my healing It calls my name in all of its pronunciations My toes crawl back to the rivers & the lakes & the places I know where the earth’s veins tumble open And oxidize at human touch. Water is my song The waves / the sounds of river slapping up against concrete harbor … Continue reading poetry// holy water
Daughter of Diaspora 