Proof of Deliverance

Proof of Deliverance

I was eighteen years old, sitting at my desk at my first receptionist job as the mailman approached, sorting through the mail, and said, “Oh, I’ve got a certified letter you need to sign for.” I froze, my heart beating so loud that it was pounding in my ears. My...
fire teaches best

fire teaches best

—a haibun after supper she sends us out to play in the yard & get our ya-yas out, one last hurrah of dirty bare feet & stinky little girl before bathtime, then storytime, then bedtime. Sissy & I had drippy popsicles & we ran to the farthest edge of the...
Girl With Camera, No. 25

Girl With Camera, No. 25

Girl With Camera, No. 25 When I hold my camera, I hold my world as a creator of stories and dreams. Once, only men were allowed to create. I’m hyper-aware of past (and current) constraints, but I don’t care. I create anyway. As a native Virginian, I have...