i have lived an entire life learning how to say my own name as a gift. — (i am) here. © Liezel Graham 2020. Photograph by Aaron Burden.
a man once told me, if only you were smaller i could love you — more, perhaps, if there was less of you. and if only i had seen just how thin he was, in all the wrong places, and just how little there was to him, and his love, perhaps i would not have... Continue Reading →