The Long Form

Tag: fire

  • Almost

    When someone asks what I’m afraid of I offer them the known. I hand them the harmless things. – Drowning. Burning alive. Falling. – The polite fears. The kind you can outgrow. – Not being alone. Becoming my mother. Loving someone like my father. – The ocean is acceptable. No one flinches when you say…

  • Human Design

    Human Design

    Red Black They Call Me Sunshine My mother lives in red.Not the celebratory kind.Not the red that means arrival. Her feelings fill rooms before anything else. This is the red of raised voices,of rooms that never cool,of emotion that spills fasterthan it can be held. Red speaks first.Red reacts.Red believes urgency is love. In red,…