some notes on a routine for better womaning

open your lips with rosewater drenched on a cotton pad. mist it on your creases and recite poems on the toilet. take a cold silver vessel. pour three pools of bitter oil. move it into your mouth.    swallow. any morning full of empty basins. cup, sink out of water, aching belly. my womb is exhausted. i’d like to write about a phallus occasionally but the literary penis has always been off limits. or everywhere    i can’t say which     it is both. contact the goddesses. if they don’t answer they’re outside of you somewhere making love in a…

Miss Havisham

  “The marriage day was fixed, the wedding dresses were bought, the wedding tour was planned out, the wedding guests were invited. The day came, but not the bridegroom. He wrote her a letter—” “Which she received,” I struck in, “when she was dressing for her marriage? At twenty minutes to nine?” “At the hour and minute,” said Herbert, nodding, “at which she afterwards stopped all the clocks. What was in it, further than that it most heartlessly broke the marriage off, I can’t tell you, because I don’t know. When she recovered from a bad illness that she had,…

Ladies in Waiting

From my photo book titled Ladies in Waiting. The text explains the inspiration and process for this project. I had returned home for a week to be with my mother who was recovering from surgery due to a year of poor health. My time there was to be spent washing the dishes, cooking dinners, and doing the laundry. The important part was the laundry. While folding a load of freshly dried whites I came across my mother’s nightgowns. My mother has worn these since I could remember; they are a part of some of my earliest memories. Though, until this…