PinnedMotherwill take back what is hers when we are done all of it She is not worried She is not concerned we are merely children playing a serious game Mother laughs because she knows we are only taking from our own borrowed time when we disrespect the ground we walk…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
PinnedWhere were weWhere were we while man oppressed, pillaged, and raped. Where were we. We were at home, raising your children and cleaning up the mess.1 min read1 min read
PinnedThe ButterflyThe Butterfly It’s a struggle to be born. And it’s a struggle to be born again. You don’t just wake up and become the butterfly. And yet in a certain sense, from a certain perspective, you do.Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Mar 4Unwoven — Ch.10Unwoven — Ch.10 “I’m like a bird, I’ll only fly away. I don’t know where my soul is. I don’t know where my home is” Nelly Furtado plays through the headphones of my yellow Walkman. I’m on the plane now. It doesn’t really sink in that I’m leaving. I don’t…Unwoven4 min readUnwoven4 min read
Mar 4Unwoven — Ch. 8 & 9— Ch.8 NOW ENTERING: Hog Heaven, Westermoreland. We are no longer in the Parish of Hanover. The cliffs have a different feel. This house is massive and empty; characterless. A balcony wraps around the house, like a ring around a planet. It’s two stories high but we live only on the first…Unwoven6 min readUnwoven6 min read
Feb 24Unwoven — Ch.7Unwoven — Ch.7 I’m at school again, Lucea Prep. Mum took me out of Whitehall and I’m starting a new year, grade 1. New uniform. New colors. I like it here. It’s near the cliffs, the air is different, and I’m close to my sister at Rusea’s High. …Chapter 73 min readChapter 73 min read
Feb 23Unwoven — Ch.6“Look in your own home, what will you find, let it move your soul.” — Khan, Trevor Hall My father was not a bad man. He was not selfish. He was not preachy. He didn’t seek ways to hurt or deprive people, and he didn’t step on the backs of…Chapter 63 min readChapter 63 min read
Feb 22Unwoven — Ch. 5I spend a lot of time in their room, daddy’s room, the front master bedroom. I love flipping myself around like an acrobat on his hammock that stretches from one window to the next. The windows are in line with the treehouse he made, and the smaller swing. I love…Chapter 54 min readChapter 54 min read
Feb 22Unwoven — Ch.4Something feels off. Anxiety maybe. I feel like she’s not coming back this time. Mum is preparing to make the drive to work, venturing out for the first time since moving back into his room. I’m not letting her go without me. I’m hiding in the back of the Jeep…Scar Tissue2 min readScar Tissue2 min read
