Muzzle Mistake

Society’s mistake

in silencing women

is that is teaches us

to change the world

with a whisper —

and we still remember

how to scream.


I’m haunted

by a thing invited

and a thing that invades.

I permit it

to a room’s space

and at every corner

I find it behind my face

Somewhere Between Spirit and Beast

At once

I’m a tendril of the divine

Connected to eternity

and yet

Just an appetite

With a voice and thumbs


Spirit and dust

and the ocean’s rust

Divinity meets earth

in its laboring for birth

When the chasm opens wide

A creature crawls and cries

Painted by the bow in the sky

The cooing wind names it Pride.

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