In some Native languages, the word plant translates as ‘those who take care of us’* In Welsh, the word plant itself means children Wrapped up in these words is the eternal cycle of Earth Of birth and death and rebirth Ancient secrets and forgotten truths…

Mother had promised I would spend the holiday breaks At my uncle’s place The holiday came but Mother lost her face While in the kitchen she had an accident That singular act sent everything backwards Had she not been hospitalised towards The resumption of school…

Kiss-less at midnight but the bubbly flows freely. A night of reflection has got me in my feelings. I raise a toast to the past year and the gifts that it brought me. I’m even thankful for hardships and all that they taught me. I…

Dance Dance Dance Gasp Five, six, seven, eight, Mirror, mirror on the wall, From the tippy top – do it all, Turn Twist Heads Flick Boom-boom-cha Take a water break Let’s recap Has everyone got that? Two groups We’re filming for the video 200% this…

Stayed and settled, desperate refining pained rapture, Crushed neglect, conditioned to not seek my peace, Violence against self to hem-in, Back to those old school days With a Sunday letter written and master checked, When all is but debris, return to a familiar act. Craft…

Now that the red mist has softened to a dew-scented kiss Formed from the droplets of the same passion-condensed liquid, Was there any other point to the carefully crafted conflict? Fair and square the winner took the right to evict Play, laughter and tenderness –…

By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 3 pm 28/06/2020 Australian EST Prompt 17; Hour 17: Write a poem about a form of technology that is obsolete or is headed that way. The technology could just be referred to in passing, like a telephone booth,…

Tickets are printed on black paper, embossed with the red moniker Of this park or terror and wonder, laughter and magic Entry is through a hall of mirrors – reflecting both the hilarious and tragic You leave without knowing if any of the images belonged…

I am the forerunner Without me, Your songs are not portable Your music is incomplete Your world is tune deaf I am the one battling for existence Without me You cannot remember old songs You cannot dance to your favourite tunes Your world is dead…

hands advance gently just a minute at a time so few understand