Tag Archives: Poetry

Breath.

One of my morning prayers.

Kubla Khan

Is it weird that one of my favorite poems was written by someone in the throws of an opium experience? Maybe I am just a fan of very bizarre imagery…

Kubla Khan
Vision in a Dream. A Fragment
(by Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
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The Shape of a Mother

While talking about postpartum bodies the other day another mother said:
“This belly button is 3 generations in the making: my mama gave it to me and my babies decorated it.”
That was enough to make me look at my postpartum body in a completely different light. I am not ugly, I don’t need to hide [...]

Reflections

Reflections

sparkling in sunlight
reflections dance on the pond
smiling at the shadows

Dear Daddy

Damian wrote this to me from within the womb (with Jaspenelle’s help of course)