New Poem: My Salt is My Own

As my state legislators debate whether or not I and many other people who live here deserve full autonomy over our bodies, I decided to try to put my rage down in words. If you’ve read When We Were Forgotten, then you know how I feel about reproductive rights. This time, my anger needed the beauty of poetry to be fully realized.

I sold another tiny story, and it’s going to be released in a very cool way. I’ll let you know when it’s available.

In the meantime, take care of yourselves. Be kind to your fellow human beings.

And, as always, thanks for reading.

A. Cook