you are fourteen
Dear Dakota/Dakofo/Baby Bear/Baby Boy/Monkey Toe/Peach Butt/Magic Bean/Tyke, I had to include all your nicknames in there, right? As I start this letter […]
full body memory
This is a piece I wrote a year ago, but I have re-worked it here. — The body remembers. It remembers every […]
Dirty Pretty Things
Put your hands on my knees, she said, and think of me as a book you’ve been dying to read. – Michael […]
52 weeks words + images | week ten
wordless — Some days, my love for him swallows all words.© Jennifer Summer | 2015
love should
love – it can and should be so easy like falling asleep in a chair or like a church full of windows. […]
shooting arrows at the sky
out of my way you missed with your magic out of my way you see, you missed with your magic out of […]
what my body was made for
My body was made to move. Lean child legs painted maps of escape through dense woods; abused toes stood en pointe, calf […]