in the dailiness
of my life, an ancient voice howls
in celebration of
a song of tides.
It lures me upstream
to spawn against the
with salmon flesh, and hands
polished smooth like bone or shell
after years of turbulence.
With these hands, I navigate
the salty waters
that run red,
pulse through the pain
and towards the future;
of stones and blossoms
romanced by gravity,
I am a second year graduate student in nurse-midwifery at
UCSF. I am interested in helping to develop a feminist epistemology of labor pain,
and in studying women's use of metaphor. I am a mother of three, step-mother of
two, trying to find time for gardening and exercise!
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have been in Sorrow's kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on
the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and a sword in my hands."
- Zora Neale Hurston