When first I drew a borrowed breath of air, And squalling claimed my lease on mortal clay, I knew it not—but Fate had scribbled there A juicy clause to chart my pilgrim way. Not crowns, nor gold, nor love’s entrapping snare, Nor ancient scriptures of elders wise; ’Tis...
There was a time when I had all the words, and none of them could say what I was carrying. I could explain where I came from. I could move between languages. I could make sense of my story in ways that sounded clear to others. But there was a feeling that didn’t...
ice Ice the ice is coming Oh January, your cold, unforgiving, almost inhumane winds are tearing me apart My eyes are meant to see can’t ignore what the ice is doing to other eyes to other bodies to other humans to other lives “Take shelter,” I heard “Stay your ground”...
