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by Alex Long
You question whether every breath
has meaning. But how can some breaths,
some moments, contain more God than
others? Isn’t there a world of
microbial life, dependent
on your every breath for theirs –
bounded by your skin? Don’t others –
skin-wrapped – yearn for your continuing?
For me
Hope is found in the tearful and tender confession of “I don’t know”.
I don’t know how to be a friend,
how to make the world
not end.
I don’t know how to stay above sadness
Or how to make love.
But I believe that
hope is found in bowing to our deepest “yes”,
whether silent in resolve,
a shy admission,
or thrown about joyously like confetti.
by H.L. Holder
“You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous–how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.” ~ Psalm 139:13-15
For Transgender Day of Remembrance 2018:
I wanted to write something eloquent to honor your lives
To remember all your beautiful faces and mourn you properly
But all I could think of was how your lives were cut short
I wanted to write something powerful to honor your lives
To remember all your names (YOUR names) and grieve you somberly
Read MoreToday I will enter the office to tell the woman who writes about women to publish that article about how we
celebrate women around here. I
celebrate women, because I find that I can always make them do favors like that for me. Actually, I find that I can make her do all kinds of favors, if you know what I mean! (it’s between us higher ups). I
celebrate women because, look at the way they are shattering glass ceilings! We empower women here. Never mind that the glass rains on them. It’s a shame the shattered glass leaves scars, I think that I will write a statement about how much I regret that that happens here because I
celebrate women for the relentless warriors that they are who will go to the end of the earth to serve others. Women are just naturally more benevolent than men. I
Read MoreOur clothes rustle with our
breath with the wind in the
leaves with the air heavy
with the promise of rain
as we gather here together
And what do we seek
in this place?
As our hearts meld with
the silence like old
friends, as our hands clasp and
unclasp, our bodies sighing
in the weariness
of the week's existence
by Amber Cullen
Grief--
You were the first to arrive at the scene
To perform emergency care for my bleeding heart
Wrapping it tightly with gauze to stop the grieving
But the feeling stopped, too.
by Yelena Tower
We know we want to live
unmolested, but
the truth is we’re ashamed,
hiding and skulking in scat
while the world rattles by,
holding you secret down in our bellies,
something we'd seriously
rather not talk about
a disgusting agora of fear,
a hissing entrail of shame.
I can’t figure out what’s wrong.
God, help me. I am a twinge
in the setting sun.
Into Spring
Winter came
like a shroud
falling around me
as a warm blanket in the
morning
but lingering until
everything beneath it
lost its color and
gave life over to the
cold and silence
Grief hangs
in the air
its silent particles
an ever present
reminder of
everything lost
of the darkness that
clings to our
eyes and clouds over
our efforts to
move forward
to hope for life
anew
by Chrissy Muhr
Stone on Stone
My heart is stone on stone, wounds patched with rock
I’ve quarried from my mother’s tongue and mortared
With my father’s truths until they block
The pain and strife with which this life is quartered.
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