Poem 21 – A Short Ode

O! meat sticks and beer, you instil no fear But much cheer and it’s clear that to steer Towards you is to tear up and be reminded Of the glory of savoury; O! meat sticks and beer, near to never would I say no to…

305 Maggie Street

home a place house rooted holy where birds gather hope and children fly held soothe the wounded edges hunger feed the welcomed guests here celebrate the wholeness of this woman home

Hour 11 Prompt 4, 2014

hear the piano playing in the distance all around laughter fills the air the ferns are dancing with the wind as fireflies glow in the night sky like a lantern it is clear nature is alive and well

Shiver

I miss the way Your fingers feel on my skin How they slid over my back And down to my waist Ghosting over my shoulder And sliding down my thigh People don’t get to touch me like this Not often And the memory of it,…

Your Mother didn’t tell you

The beautiful side of the herders and their wives. She remembers to tell you they ruined a country because her heart still bleed for her lover and grief won’t depart from her until she invokes what was written by the prophets in a poem like…

Poem 20 – A Nighttime Walk

Nighttime is petrichor and silver sky Kissing my self-awareness softly With lips of river’s mist and the promise of dawn Crisp crunches of bunches of gravel Caress corners of a mouth upturned into its cheeks Feet attuned to a rhythm of the body Mirrored in…

Hour 23: Cheese

Hour 23: Cheese Underestimated though often grated. Cheese. Want no frills? Then simply grill. Cheese. Got a lot? Make some aligot! Cheese. Bake it with honey keep it nice and runny. Cheese. Want some for your tea? Why not try some gnocchi? Cheese. Shred it…

Listening – Hour Twenty-Three

Listening Just be still and listen and then tell me what you hear Is the quiet all but deafening? Does it make you shed a tear? Does the silence bring you anger, for you need chaos throughout Or does it bring you worry, filling up…

Poem 19 – A Self-Portrait

I am scattered and distraught piles of books not yet read Stacked like good intentions never fully realised But the thought at least counts even if the human doesn’t keep scores And sometimes I wonder if it’s worth fighting for Stories that are yet to…

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