On The Awakening

On The Awakening

When she awoke – truly and deeply
woke from the sleep induced by testosterone,
drugged with masculinity, weighed down
by society’s down comforter – she looked
to the future as her own. Liberated,

she was called many names. Her favorite dirty
word was feminist, though she would be called
much worse. The word that stuck was independent,
married as it was to happiness, sealed with a kiss,
they lived happily ever after. Continue reading On The Awakening

From the water

From the water

She called to me from the ocean,
hand stretching above calm waters
that blended with the sky, shades of blue
and specks of white cascading beyond

that hand, frozen in a moment we shared.
Or maybe she merely wanted
to touch the sky and turned upside-down
with no thought of me. Continue reading From the water