Alisa Caira
One. He was still. The crinkled lines of his face were set deep in years of ambition. Now, they did not laugh or cry in joyous movement. They were still. As his hands rested by his ironed trousers, his wrinkles rested on aged skin. The closed eyelids were smooth, but the old veins popped out
He jumped. The kelp entangled his legs until he could not distinguish its grasps from the weight of the wet clothes hanging onto him. Fern had never realized clothes had a weight so heavy and formidable. He had never helped Mother lift the baskets of laundry up the attic steps nor had he stuck his
This poem is about me, myself and I, rediscovering the body for all of its worth. As a woman, there have been times where my body has felt flawed due to the opinionated standards of beauty presented to me. Yet, through this poem, I hope to convey the importance of embracing the skin and additionally
This year has been one in which I’ve learned about myself and my body in ways I had previously never even fathomed. At times, my body seemed meaningful and my direction in life intentional. But in other moments, I felt dissatisfied with the person I had become and the people I found around me. This
