52 weeks words + images | week twelve
for her — I have a vast collection of shells, many of which I didn’t even have to look for; they simply […]
for her — I have a vast collection of shells, many of which I didn’t even have to look for; they simply […]
move — These shoes are like coming home. Every day, I remind my body of what it can do and from where […]
cage-free — He told her that her rib cage was big to accommodate the size of her heart. Without the confines of […]
veins — The blue veins traversing beneath your skin are your map. Behind alabaster walls, a current roars through the delicate ropes […]
milk — And we were the girls who were told we’d be ‘spoiled’ if we let anything inside us before marriage; a […]
immortal spirit — The 1937 edition of Webster’s Universal Unabridged Dictionary defines ‘soul’ as: a word common to the Teutonic languages; Grimm […]
skipping beats — This is a divine darkness that they pulse back and forth between them. The goosebumps that run a circle […]
the odds — We weren’t allowed to have TV Guide in the house because Helen believed that Jesus was coming back any […]
time travel — Go deep within and sprint back toward her in your mind; the girl child self. Watch her from a […]
My body was made to move. Lean child legs painted maps of escape through dense woods; abused toes stood en pointe, calf […]