Gender invites comments, questions, and suspicion. Gender invites opinion. Gender is individual, yes, but it is also social. Gender has been forced upon me, and gender has been withheld from me. I’ve been free to explore my gender, and at the same time, it has imprisoned me. I have a complicated relationship with gender. IContinue reading “Gender Invites Comment”
Content note: this piece deals with addiction, abuse, and intergenerational trauma. I wish my father a happy birthday.He tells me he’s drinking again,And that he hardly heard from anyone.I can only ever write poems about him. Write back, he always says.His emails come quickly, contain hardly anything.Write back, he always says.Write back. I have toContinue reading “Happy Birthday, Dad”
How do I express myself openly and honestly while also remaining responsible and aware of how my words can affect other people? How do I strike that balance between realness and consideration for others? How do I remain considerate while simultaneously not overly censoring myself?
Lately, I’ve been feeling stuck. I’ve grown tired of the repetitiveness of my routine. I’ve been asking myself what the point of it all is. Where is this leading? Why am I doing it? What’s the purpose?
Content note: this piece contains discussion of death, grief, and hospitals. I don’t really know what to write. My usual way with words has gotten away from me. I’ve been left with a chaotic swirl of thoughts, images, and feelings that are difficult to articulate. Thinking about death. Thinking about grief. Thinking about meaning, aboutContinue reading “What My Grandmother Taught Me”