FROM THE CORE
The Philosophy of Intimacy
A collection of short essays published for JANE. by the Grey Attic magazine

I harvest strength upon strength, hold equal measures of grace and vulgarity in the language that falls from my lips as a woman. I fold into myself as a gentle days end. My body is small. I remain in the heart. The allowing of water to spread tenderly over the bones. To tend to those bones. To tend to my wounds. To tend to the skin of it all. Watch where it comes from, watch where it goes—speak it into my mouth and slide it through my veins. Dripping unseen outside of myself. Dig into the corners of my marrow and discover the fire, the vigour, that which enables me to make love and bring what is disembodied into form. Into existence. Stand in the sea of it raining down. Find your way back. If you’ve lost that, you’ve lost everything.