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.
he tells me how men are made. first, by breaking everything gentle that ever had a chance to grow towards the light. as if a man was never grown below a woman’s heart. then, by searing the scars with white-hot shame. there are things that he still cannot say. his words own him. but sometimes... Continue Reading →
of all the words in the whole wide world, and there are so many, the ones that you allow to live inside your head, are the most dangerous words in the whole wide world, so you must be very careful whose words you pick up with your bare hands, and give a home to. and... Continue Reading →