Sterilization was the Plan Natasha Romanoff. You know that name, the spy from Marvel.   She saw herself as a monster because she was sterilized.   The question is: Did you know Indigenous females were also sterilized?   The brown skin, black hair, “foreign” language…

blueness surrounds them and yet they dance in it together

Running. What a stupid thing to do. Why run. We can walk. We can talk. I am talking through writing right now. Running my mouth. It’s a stunning type of running Like YOU running thru my mind, And by you, I meant her. Running shit…

Running, bounding, so far away Under sunset haze so orangey thick leaking Nectar purple so deep Not once thinking of the consequences of Inviting such soulful freedom Never before been felt. I Gave and I gave and I gave.   Grating haggard pulse I think…

I used to think I took nothing from you And it wasn’t until recently That I realized There is so much that we share   Like a loud, wonderful laugh And round, soft cheeks And loopy, scrawling letters And the unavoidable curse To experience emotions…

Running has never done much for me as exercise routine being non-confrontational but I do excel at being in charge for a time I tried jogging which is running, but not losing interest when it all became just point A to point B B usually…

embers in the dark He’s walked right round the town twice now taking Rueben & Ben with him (Did you know I’ve only just realised The double Ben) Priya & I have been In & out of kitchens & the supermarket Gathering supplies Of anything…

There I am, each Sunday morning, underwired and high-healed hurting, and it doesn’t matter to God a bit, at all. just don’t flop, just don’t fall, Don’t be human. Don’t be small. Don’t notice the whispers that don’t whisper at all about how short I’ll…

Running away from her fears and responsibilities She finds herself in a faraway land Where nightingales sang delightfully And the weather was always pleasant Here everyone lived in harmony and no one needed to work But as days flew by, she missed the pile of…

Running, words jammed together in here mind is jumbled, not very clear four more poems, tangling hair nouns thrown through morning air fresh picked verbs, bulbs rare one more poem done bedtime, I now need run except … running will never be done three more…