The Black Bikini- A Post About Body Image

The Black Bikini

I stopped wearing bikinis at the age of 17 when my first child was born. I was not one of those women who didn’t get stretch marks, and I no longer felt confident wearing one. I’d choose tankinis and one pieces, and hope to look more cute than motherly, but I never felt young at the beach…

A post about being happy

What About Happy?

It’s easy to talk about pain. There’s a great deal of entertainment in it. Poems blossom from deep struggle and confusion, and no great story is without obstacles. Yes, pain is an artist’s best friend. But what happens when we’re happy?  What do we write about then?  I find myself in a particularly upbeat state at the…

Maybe... a poem

Maybe…

Stomach grinding, turning in on itself. Hope rising, only to be shut down again. I want to believe… I want to think I am invisible and fearless. I want to forget the pain that’s made me bitter. My heart is slow to begin again. My brain is sure I’m delusional. Secretly, I