Build Your House Around My Body

I stare out the car window at apparently limitless construction. Perhaps we resonate with skeletons, our new suburbs percolating out of them; the pulse and jut of naked road spindles and the bony reckoning of houses. Natural birthing prefers a wholeness – skins folded and pliable like petals, birds' wings, a snail’s antenna or the … Continue reading Build Your House Around My Body