I’ve been telling you that I’m a writer, so I’ll be sharing snippets and drafts of the work going into my first work, Stretch Marks: A Mother’s Taboo.
This is no time for nostalgia. The colors
of flavors and stains. In the other room
there are half a dozen milk buds
blooming into shrieks.
Excerpt from “Calm the Mother, Any Red Will Do”
Photo credit: Saddi Khali