Sister

Photography by Summer Murdock

“Leave the kids with Dad. You’ll be more fun without them.”

I just don’t get it. Have you been letting the Beyoncés of the world get to you? You, once on wisdom’s path, now believing pride is power is a person’s worth. The pedestal trap. Read More

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Coronation

Art by Ashley M. Lewis

 

Whether crown of gold and jewel
Or diadem of thorn
What the world bestows
Will never eclipse Read More

Confectionary Confession

Painting by Wayne Thiebaud


I’m eating leftover birthday cake from last weekend, cutting each slice thinner and thinner, hoping to savor the layers of buttercream godsend from the town bakery. I’m grateful my husband gave up sweets for Lent and that my daughters forgot all about the festivities and the giant box in the fridge. A secret delectable all for me and the one in the womb:)

2018, Amaya Engleking 

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Manikhorlo – Tibetan water-spun prayer wheels

Here’s a freestyle poem I wrote in China seven years ago after spending a couple months living with a family in a Tibetan village. Then, while spending another couple months in Colombia a year later, I translated the poem into Spanish. I’m going to repost it today for Paul’s prompt at the Pub asking us about our libations of choice. Come join in! My choice of drink is that which comes directly from the skies.

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Word to the people of the world
It’s in the water, as a loving Father
Or a bodhisattva comes to us
From the skies, formed of his designs,
By gravity of grace, here to remind
Unblind, and hydrate all that has dried
Into a reality we face: Read More

Ingénue


During the desultory days, reaching for a degree, the phallus of a god, the Dionysian bottle shaped to fit the world’s hands; I was lost in the liminal space between myelinated nerves. Colors were brilliant, enticing for a flash, then at once lost their integrity. Naked, I reached for what wasn’t mine and fell for consequence. Has anyone found their way home in monochrome? Read More

Salt (in the Wound)

Painting by Elena Katsyura

What did you learn in school today, the bored mom asked her teenage son at the dinner table
not looking up from her phone
not noticing quiet tears falling on shuffled peas.

How to multiply polynomials, conjugate in the subjunctive, how violently sudden the last gasp of air comes to the bullet-holed classmate, how it feels to be expendable, grieving, and let down all at once. That was never on the syllabus or the glossy website. Forget being fruitful and multiplying when we don’t even know what X is. Forget wishing and hoping when we shed (others’) blood for the correct version of hypothetical. We are willing to (let someone else) die for what we are (not) willing to sacrifice. Don’t ever tell me to be bold again if this is what it looks like.  Read More

Supernatural Birth

Art by Stepha Lawson

My midwife gave me a visualization assignment that I normally wouldn’t take too seriously, not prescribing to the “law” of attraction but rather more to the principles of prayer and surrender. But after just having read Baby Catcher by Peggy Vincent, I’m interested to try this as an exercise to funnel good thoughts and intentions into a desired outcome. If I am a co-creator, after all…  Read More

Pindrop 


“There’s nothing to say about maritime sadness:
Immodest signals from unreachable islands,
Earthrise on the moon.”
– James Galvin, from ‘Something to Save Us’

Cull the living world, its krill
Roil its blues and greens and whites
With fingertip the needle eye
In vast stifled space from lunar foothold
Anchor drifts as murmuring plankton —
Somewhere you are at bottom of my mind Read More