Tag: ofrendas-sm22

I inform the madres that I will not mother, while my kneelocked nerves shake. They mourn the unconceived. Not a henbasket of eggs. I will not bust my breast to feed feed feed breakfast to chickchildren that will never be. My days spent with the click-clucking of a clock that has no biological argument with… Continue reading Unmothering

let’s start with drinks, that are our kisses which temporarily quench our thirst. we move on to the appetizer, engaging in foreplay, teasing each other because we’re insatiable. my breasts are your first plate, plump for you to have your first bite, brushing your tongue on my hard nipples. i take you in my mouth,… Continue reading fine dining

I felt the spirits calling “The rain is coming this way.” How do you know? he asked because gravity was beginning to pull and I was beginning to sway “Those clouds over there are getting darker…” I didn’t say it was because I could feel it stirring inside me storm clouds growing, gathering at my… Continue reading Phased

I was a sad girl before I would drink and drink till I passed out But sad girl am I no more They called me a chingona, pero inside I was still triste. I thought I’d find the solution to todas mis problemas at the bottom of the Miller lite can Pero The answers never… Continue reading Chingona Recovery Chronicles 

I am all woman Hear me roar Feel the ground move as I glide Hips going and flowing Side to stride My body is the ocean If you drown That’s on you My waves aren’t meant to be small I cannot downplay the truth You see As the sea I no longer struggle Effortlessly being… Continue reading I Am

When the music starts my body moves… The beat dictates the way my body responds. And when it’s my JAM there is an excited twerk then my body starts to match the beat. Oh and when that bump and grind music comes. My hips start to wind, my body starts to roll, my butt starts to… Continue reading Music, Movement, CLIMAX