Visual Narrative: Everything Grows Out of Everything Else
West Coast rain kisses skin; the textured forest breathes. Madrone elders shed…
Read more →A woman's silent dread, a hollow bone, struggles against a harsh world of male dominance.
Broken gram, her
weight and balance, beam, repeat
doesn’t miss a single beat
Woman as splitting
headache, bad apple, spittoon for seed,
bossed from on high, sifting
Through shifting feelings, fear
like a clot of flour in the cake
no one would know the measure
Of that furtive cupping, unread blood
would boil over, yet remain
hallways in the marrow, dread
Hollow as a bone to pick
and pick it up she did, knowing
those hated eyes that held
Her pittance hostage like a soft
summer peach biting
her lips to keep an angry dam
From spilling the beans
because par for the course
men were golfers, women holes.
‘Splitting Screens’ Originally published in the Summer/Fall 2018 double issue of Pratik