Resonance

There is so much love gathering within me, and no place to pour it. I fear it may sour sitting so still inside my mind. Bitterness, I've...

I vow to eat. I vow to fight what needs fight. I vow to allow what needs acceptance. I vow to grieve. I vow to rest. I vow to play. I vow...

I push down, further and further, into the dark water, digging and digging, beyond ground, into the black depths. Ears and eyes are...

The world has done its work on me, pressed its weight on my chest, calling my wildness out. We are wrong to expect mothering from our...

As the water pulls away, I am back, again, on land. I leave my work on the wrack line. It is not who I am. My feet hold the shape of this...

In my own urns, black and heavy, I keep the ashes of what you did, of who you are and what you represent. I carry some; I bury others; I...

Perhaps I am not a pilgrim. I do not walk thirsty and grieving; I do not walk roads well worn, between this and that, between what is...

I was taught an incomplete and facile scale, taught the music of white men, of geniuses among the proud mediocre. I was taught the...

To know is to receive what is given. We think, perhaps, we extract. We think, perhaps, we discover. We want so much to control, to earn,...

I am reminded. What seems like a ground, dividing root from bloom and branch, is really a wrack line, water pushing in what it will beach...

I remember you, even when you loosen and unwind from want of tuning, when desuetude, like a gravity, pulls you flat, dropping you into...

Martin Prechtel says that “in order to heal, an old skin must be shed.” I’ve been thinking a lot lately about shedding, especially...

Since reading Pet, my attention has been tugged at by Bitter’s name. Emezi names too carefully for it not to. In Pet, I laid it down as...

Shape is a thread that runs through this book, the shape of this power, how it spreads, how it sprawls, how it breeds. The idea that it...