Impurity Culture

Twenty six brings sweet wine in summertime, His pulse beneath my left pinky on steady walks in dense heat, Sunburnt shoulders and cheeks...

Words trapped beneath the flesh of my tongue choke my attempts to speak them. You look towards me with eyes half-covetous, half-contrite....

On a Friday in February, the sun already set by the time we pulled out of the garage, I wore the burgundy dress that sat in the donation...

In the dimness of morning His face greets me. As surely as dawn, Together our days begin. I set him onto the earth. He pitter patters...

I’ve been interrogating 3 am. Asking the night who I am? And what I ought to do? And why, well why any of it? Why life? And why...

“Is this God?” he whispered into her Fingertips tracing his lips. An oath written on his skin, As proverbs spilt from his open Mouth....

At dawn, in the earliest hours of waking, I open my eyes to you and that is all I need to see for the day.

Your head lay heavy on my breast. Your voice warm against my bareness. You say “The Lord commanded man to rest On the seventh day, so...

Morning light slips through the slats of the blinds illuminating the single glass resting on the dresser beside our bed, and I notice,...

Today, I cleaned my kitchen, and I made a meal, I did small and simple things like Hold my husband and sit still. Today, I wrote this...