I weave day in, day out stars galaxies humans whatever comes to mind I weave with help of morning dew threads light as snow above sturdy as boulders below threads are good threads understand I only create the rest is up to them if they…

Osun, the river goddess is believed to bless barren women and not men with babies.    

How can you look at and talk to your body, soft and round, the way that you do? Even the earth gets so jealous of the moon and all her curvatures that it will come between her and the sun just to eclipse her beauty.

Something about water calls them All of them Every single one of six. One let’s hot water flow across his back. Cheeks red and eyes elsewhere. As a baby he took alphabet letters And arranged them to subway lines He didn’t talk then. His foam…

Hour 16    Forced Childbirth   Mary Pecaut   Forced Childbirth   Fifty years of precedent tossed to the wind    women left to the whim of the states.  Not legal history no. Fundamental constitutional  rights denied. A woman’s body now the courts decide. Oh,…

Batter-fry Take one woman, docile Add liberal doses of harsh treatment, preferably, in the first few months/years of marriage. Harsh, how harsh? Hmm, comments like, late from work again, flirting with your colleague, didn’t your mother teach you anything, housework first, children first, husband first,…

There once was a poet from Perth, Who weighed each word for its worth. Her thesaurus was tattered; For to her, all that mattered, Was pentameter stretched ‘round the earth!

Covered in dirt Blood Sweat Tears Buried Deeper than you want to search Covered in greed Mourning Squeezing Shards of glass Look what I dug up ?

my favorite plant Knows It.   …the ones i don’t talk to~ Get Sad.   (~but they aren’t here for long…)

Life’s a Noodle Soup In the hearth stove the filigree takes shape noodles mixed with spices entangled in coiled knots struggling to be free only a wafting smell escapes Alas..if not such entanglement, what is life? Hour 16 @varenyas