If you were to die today What would you do? What would you say? Would you spend it with those you care about? Or would you prefer to be alone and shut everyone out?   Would you repent for your every mistake ? Would eat…

the thick mantle hidden deep beneath our feet melts bit by bit and fists of molten rock thrust themselves into already cramped chambers but my mother always strokes restless eyelids closed to try stop even the lightest bit of magma erupting through one of many…

  There is only ever going to be one woman this poem could be about And frankly I’m embarrassed I know how it will look to other people Cos it has to be my mother   Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not because I…

    Where others kept a facade She lived for her work, Fearless and forgiving in another’s name. Where others judged she opened her arms. When backs were turned She counselled. Every needle track in a junkie’s arm told a story. Every cell door that…

She was a companion fashioned From Adam’s side So lovely and loveable The two were one flesh What she offered, he couldn’t refuse Together they were, together they fell The tempter in the Garden was a snake Not a she  

Audre Lorde   I never knew you, I don’t know you now. I don’t know half of what would help me speak my truth. You tell me that my silence will not protect me, even though I have learned it’s safer to hold my thoughts…

Birds sail past our bedroom window each morning at daybreak. Coffee on, we watch from bed.   Mallards wing             east             to Lake Whatcom            ready to dabble weed and mud.  …

The School Teacher   The cards came mostly at Christmas  but sometimes on her birthday  or random other times of the year.   At Christmas there were fat, jolly Santas  or Currier and Ives’ prints reminiscent  of the school where they had been with her.  The…

Birth should be consensualMother, child, ancestors, godShould be collective rhythmNot hospital disruptionBright lightsSharp wordsToo many peopleStillCan’t stop godCan’t stop natureCan’t stop beautyA miricle Still

You decide Was it privilege or pride? Poverty or prosperity? Let’s look inside and see. In 1924 Little Grace entered Life’s door. Tiny father Tiny mother Six sisters Six brothers All were giants in her eyes. Her life became bigger, to their surprise She didn’t…