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Looking down at the top of ten unopened soda cans. The cans are wet with condensation.

Soda Money

Note to self: When you grow up, men will dole out cash.


A streetlight reflects off the windshield of a car, parked at night.

Split

We were habits built and snapped, promises made and snuffed.


Lisa Simpson carries at saxophone, looking up at a man's silhouette against the moon.

My Cotton Creole Sister

She chooses her dignity over her desire to be “in” with the crowd, no posse but her own.


A close-up shot of the ocean after sunset.

Body of Water

so, I ask you, will you allow yourself to picture the miraculous immeasurable sea


A lily (a white flower) set against a dark background.

Windflaw

Where I wanted to hold, I gave way. Where I wanted to rest, I kept moving.


A black barbell with one flat weight close to the camera reading "45 lbs."

homage to hip thrusts

During my workouts I imagine the possibility that my mother and I are almost the same person, the same spirit.