You can wear red lipstick and still be feminist as fuck.

You can wear red lipstick and still be feminist as fuck. You can fall madly in love with your whole entire being, body and soul and still search for magical solutions for your undereye circles or your muffin top or your adult acne. You can be so solidly grounded in …

Believe Her: A poem for survivors (and those who love them)

This is a poem for the women violated, and for those who stand in support and love and solidarity.  For partners, for lovers, for friends.  For all those women harmed, and for all those who held and loved them in the aftermath. Maybe not perfectly, maybe not with unfailing grace, …

remember to breathe

I woke up this morning Slowly Reluctantly And this familiar heaviness settled into my being The weight of all things For which I hold responsibility And even those for which I am not Responsible But insist on claiming as weight As mine to carry Out of some Misplaced sense Of …

feather ( a poem about the ways we make meaning)

Today, when I went to my car To go meet my good friend for coffee And to visit another friend And her baby Who we hadn’t seen in quite a while I looked down to see a feather resting on the handle of the door A little feather Tiny, really. …