She loved. Not with an everyday lovey-dovey sort of love, but with agape. A love that keeps no record of wrong. A love that hopes. A love that never fails. I’m still trying to figure out that sort of love. My own love is imperfect. People aren’t always trustworthy. Those I love don’t always follow […]
“White woman, why water full of sorrow flow from face?” The young woman’s Chenglish needed no translation and neither did my tears as she poured rosewater into a wooden bucket to soak my feet. She was wearing a Louis Vuitton jacket, sequined sweater and rice hat: a fashion style as common in Kunming, China as […]
An excerpt from the poem “Wedged.” Can I still be my new self here, freshly fired girl of clay, or will their haunted silence crack me, rip my stitches into fray. You will experience more of this powerful poem of parental estrangement and escaping the cycle by Caity-Shea in February. Subscribe to get new posts by email.