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 125 – Go At It Gannet
Go At It Gannet “…I found my book White Magic in the cadavers of abandoned drafts, and I resurrected them…” from ‘The Craft of Writing’ by Elissa Washuta, LitHub, May 4, 2021 I must go at it gannet: increase my courage force exponentiallyrage lovingly at the white-sea page before diving into itsubjecting myself to the enormous… Continue reading Poem 125 – Go At It Gannet
Poem 120 – Hang Over & GRAND THANKS!
Hang over it all hangs overthe gratefulnessa fresh layer of skinthe elation electric hair-raising constant hum marrow made of joystem cells carryinglove like oxygenthis is a differentdose of alive sugar headachetemples pulsing with the pleasureof purpose ribs like bone clotheslineswith pinned up mouthssmiling & ripecheeks landing padsfor tear stormstouching downinterior quakesperfectly shiftingmy core complete heavinessa community quiltflung… Continue reading Poem 120 – Hang Over & GRAND THANKS!
