Tag Archives: Daughters

The Holidays as 1001 Nights

The holidays are so full and strange, how do you put your finger on them?  (They’re like angels, amorphous, without gender, age, bodily materiality.)   Not knowing how to celebrate – what do Santa Claus and Jesus have to do with each other? – … Continue reading

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Whirl within a Girl within a Whirl

Flowers seem to blossomone from another the border of another’s petalsa blur, that enclosing wall open to continuity likethe eggs of my daughters magically there, bornin their ovaries when they were still inside me, barely formed,as I cupped them within … Continue reading

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