Boxing Fight
The opposing fighter was tall and long, at least for a 141 lb. I thought cutting the 15 pounds this past week would give me an advantage making me bigger than my opponent, but this guy was much bigger than I had anticipated. I took a deep breath in. My head felt light. Cutting that weight had taken its toll but there was no turning back. My opponent was in front of me, and I had no choice but to vanquish them.
Continue reading “Patricia Del Rosario”
“dust”
be beside yourself,
as your petal becomes a garlic skin skeleton,
stay near yourself so you do not
turn to nothing. Continue reading “Viv”
“If the right to speak, if having credibility, if being heard is a kind of wealth, that wealth is now being redistributed. There has long been an elite with audibility and credibility, an underclass of the voiceless. As the wealth is redistributed, the stunned incomprehension of the elites erupts over and over again, a fury and disbelief that this woman or child dared to speak up, that people deigned to believe her, that her voice counts for something, that her truth may end a powerful man’s reign. These voices, heard, upend power relations.”
– Rebecca Solnit, The Mother of All Questions
I said something. It took over twenty years. Continue reading “Liza Mohr”
Madwomen in the Attic 