Breathing in Stormy Seasons

I cherish the promise of disheveled sidings, the untidy industry of tide-blown ports, warehouses, lit up with graffiti…

From the Afterword:

These prose poems – I would like to call them ‘moments of poetry – recall journeys and intimacies, spaces of habitation, daily practices of denial, rescue affection or assertation. They reflect on negotiations between body and mind that can so fiercely mark the experience of womanhood, striving to capture the intermittent intensity of this ‘boundless resistance’ through the impact of summer and winter storms.