Writing

Pruning

It’s okay to rip flowers outand to set fire to vines,to pluck petals off withoutcounting to love meor love me

This is a ritual. I know that because this practice now transcends the routine and embodies life itself for me.

I had just set up my post at the volunteer desk and was midway through the process of screening a

I couldn’t understand. How could I understand? I couldn’t let myself understand… For fear that if I let myself understand,

The derecho knocked out your power for at least 24 hours Your loved ones watched you receive your white coat

Build yourself, do not erase it, the instructor says when she talks about beliefs, that a client’s or patient’s will

Out of place and in fear of showing who I am I am the disgraced Moor who killed the lamb

This year, the University of Iowa Roy J. and Lucille A. Carver College of Medicine celebrated 150 years of excellence

No one understands what I mean when I say I cried the day I saw your hands I thought I’d

I’ve acquired a condition not spread by microbes nor kin. I feel it spread through my bones and burn into