On Writing

Poem 148 – on sharing the same birthday with my son

On sharing the same birthday with my son possessed by loveriveted by miraclesconvulsing in the painful thrusting trustof my woman’s body to release a child –this work of delivering lasts beyond the 27 hoursit took to move him from my womb to my chestparts of me were demolished & rebuilt now I repeat this destruction… Continue reading Poem 148 – on sharing the same birthday with my son

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Poem 129 – in every woman, a mother

in every woman, a mother a woman lovesimmaculateher womb holds lifeconceived in the gloriesof generations pastin unity with her ownextraordinary magic beyond the woundsfrom yesterday’s villainsa woman leaps – flailing gracefullyinto the open mouthof labour’s bulging face she chooses birthon the sun-lifted dawnof each fresh daybelly hard withhope or human or both a woman is… Continue reading Poem 129 – in every woman, a mother

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Poem 89 – Tears

tears there are always enough tearsgathering in the brookssplaying from my soulmeandering searching rushing expressing the languages of lovethat hold everything unconditionallyeven when my heart is a concrete damthe tears make way erode erupt offer me somethingto feel to taste to discoverthere are always enough tearsthis is my love language today