Month: May 2021

Tonight I built a fire to honor the Flower Moon. She is waiting for me, standing full and luscious in a cloudless, windless sky. The air is neither cool nor warm but is fragrant of both ice and fire. If I position my chair just right, I can see bits of her through the hackberry…

A woman’s sixth and last child is born on Mother’s Day. The child carries water borne on the shoulders of the others, in pouches of cloth and leather, filtered through lives and days of the common, the unusual and the fantastic. The child dreams in metaphors, touches colors, speaks in lost tongues, waits in long…

Bearing the name my mother gave herself at approximately the age I am now, and the middle name of her maternal grandmother, great grandmother and two of her aunts, Liza Rose James entered this astral plane at 3:17 pm on Monday, April 12th, weighing in at nine pounds four ounces and 21.5 inches long. It…